Signal went out along the sound beams in the year three thousand, not many left languishing under the hottest sun man had ever witnessed. Earth bubbled boiled and spewed over to dips ditches and natural earth gullies, it really was now wobbly land in exorcism. Finalising purification of mother earth had begun choose your ship wisely to spin to the universe of last choice.
Tag: Stories
The Order is Silent
The order is silent curtain by curtain, street by street, all is closed but for a faded light and lagoons fill with unspoken truth, drowning interrogation from the master. A drop in deep green water but the curtains remain closed and dim light still fazed, a sky ship rises but they; I mean they, did not obtain what they wanted…
Blonde Saviour
I’m faithless, life made me that way in shear numbers the odds were stacked one mind pushing a million more back in a false endeavour, as evolution was sliding me away, an individual’s prayer in the masses. Like drowning in the ocean, who has the right to ask in this crucible of despair. Like young animals if we are treated right we might be kind, but we fight poverty inequality, discrimination in demarcation zones of modern life. Where even shouting louder never gets you heard, so we look to the sky on a clear evening. That can be a prayer if only I could reach the stars that tempt the mind to hope for better, till the silver ships arrive and a blonde saviour and partner shining Adam and with his eve, for we will start again.
In a Wobbly Land
I’m climbing the hill in a wobbly land all is smooth and curved in pastel colours of a marshmallow texture, planets are bouncy spinning balls of different sizes in a heavy mix of pressure haze. I’m being pulled and squeezed I’m spinning in and out of star fields but you know I made it to the other side and I’m never going back whatever echo calls me .
Lemmings Point
A sorry indictment of our times what does anyone want to know another, for they guess it was the status friendships were now second place, that just happens to be an awful lot of depressed humans. In a clamour they fall from cliffs at lemmings point, better then the friendships that surround eternal fire with a host of friendly face ships all with windows to souls that travel in skies infinite in abandon, with worries cast in a stream of wind currents.