'progressive manifest destiny'

windmills spinning west coast savannah.
  progress.
in complete uniform. 
done exactly as designed.
  spin. spin. manifest
destiny. it was ours to begin.
the land
  the air.
     its been our own.
rip van winkel slept past noon.
while spin spin spin
and never stop
  the almighty learned its lesson
make them all the same
and there will never be conflict.
  manifest destiny.
lets make it our own.




'nebula'

                     i wont
                   be pulled
                   by gravity
           electro magnetic forces
                     push me
t    f   e  l            n           r  i   g    h    t
  wHYYYYYYYYYYY eXplOde
                    into 10^3
                    directions
                   when i can
                    Cave in
              like collapsing sun
                     implode
              strip to essentials.
                burn stronger
               burn less bright.



'tea time' (formerly 'i feel small')

 the insignificant small creature now knew death
so he invited him for tea
 death being the good sport he is
he cordially agreed.
 the insignificant small creature tried to talk to death
on many issues on current day. 
 'how about some some politics, sir,' he surely did say.
-'they're all a bunch of lying cheats
    but they will never cheat dear me'
 'oh golly dear, i parden sir. hmm...what religion then do you decree?'
- 'religion, sir. why sorry, sir, but religion doesn't concern me'
'how delightfully in'tresting, sir.' he said and sipped his tea.
 'no politics, no religion sir, that facinates me great. 
   well what then kind sir, of psycho studies, you must of this
           some how relate?'
- 'heavens no sir, im sorry, sir, i have no brain, as one can see. sir. i do as i is told.'
     he cluthed his sickel and sipped his tea...even as it gathered cold.
'well, i am dreadfully sorry, sir, to make of this a mockery.
   i pray you sir, will you, kind sir, spareth the life of me?'
-'why yes, sir. that's absurd, sir. 'cause, sir, wouldn't thou agree.
    that one must be already dead, to keepeth death as company!'