Saturday, November 21, 2009

Golfballs.

The first person
Landed in a crater of eternity.

Up to that point there was no meaning.

It was a drawn blank bereft of golfballs and irony.

I bet he thought, to dance now is no riskier than to
Die now.

I might as well enjoy my Earth.

And

How mysterious it must all seem, too, once understood.

No comments: