Maybe so if the skies were red and white and green. People will wonder where it all was. That it was really a dream. And we all woke up at the same time. And the sky woke up too. The colors elated. Turn into lollypops and dragonflies. And the macho pinks would have a battle […]Read More The Macho Pinks
I am a bouquet of firecrackers. I am a light ray one single photon. I am a comet catastrophe. I am a masterpiece. Come and catch what I’ve got. Apathy? Self-pity? I am a city with a 100 million lights per square mile, Shining on the sun’s dial. I am the slick on […]Read More Why doesn’t everyone want to be a revolutionary?