I am watching you walk away
as I stand in line at the Yogurt shop,
You half-heartedly check your phone
and hesitate as if the choice
Is between a million shark bites
or a drop off a long, long, pier
I want to ask you about
Man’s future,
Will you stay here on Planet Earth
or will you go off-world?
An asteroid is only a matter of time
Or so they say,
There are Plagues, overpopulation, wars,
And let’s not forget boredom,
Stranger, I have a question
It will only take a second
It is said that
Sampson ate
some Honey
from the carcass
of a lion
with his bare hands
But he was lonely
eating that honey
all by himself
and I bet it
didn’t taste
all that great
because,
after all,
it did come
from a
dead lion’s body,
and touching
a carcass
was forbidden
He decided to
have a glass of wine &
get naked
he got a
little freaky
with his nudity
and all that honey
It all felt so
nice,
being naked,
the way the
honey felt against
his skin,
The fact that
he had torn
a lion to shreds
with God’s favor
and sheer
willpower
It was a great day
for Sampson
of a giant
orange Christmas
bubble light.
she wanted to
string it around
her waist and enter
one of those endless
dance contests,
the kind where people
drop like flies,
the kind where people
sweat behind the knees
A combination of
mad, mad, lust &
dangerous ecstasy
The sun reminded her
of hard work,
a Grapes of Wrath
type work,
people pounding
the pavement
trying to avoid
the falconer’s knot
The sun reminded her
of something
like that
Rusty Truck 