AT CAVE
so the dialectics were changing
the beasts approached the adventurers with silver tongued flamboyancy to carve out a smile
discarded their fear, spoke soft words, full of telephone numbers and promises
"we must leave, relatively unharmed"
he woke up or fell asleep in or to the DVD-menu's insisting jingle
had legs
armour too
a little girl ran across the floor, throwing silver coins at a fat Himalayan on the window sill
her legs caught fire,
- visitors brought cake and ale -
dawn
lamp posts giggling
trespassers on the heath
edible solutions, big head of dreams
you can't spell compromise without "hemingway"..
so it goes
cat like
purrs
and was decidedly political, the face and the ballot mattered, felt good
engage in conversation: "hey you death like"
never got elected by the bored, so
it was reasonable to move to Poland
"have you even heard how big dreams can grow?"
never harvested: plutonium date
handshake