Friday, July 31, 2009

Let this freon last till summer's end;
the tears loom bleak and vast at summer's end.

Four thirds of a Saturn V a-boil,
new records overpassed by summer's end.

What is there to say to those born after?
--That we declined to forecast summer's end?

Graywyvern didn't see the Empire's fall
but all his journeys passed through summer's end.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

we waltz with necromantic cephalopods
dwell in tangled red-brick cephalopods

Leviathan came near and wheezing expired
who could not thole these Sputnik cephalopods

rotunda holds terse destiny in splinters
it's all about the lovesick cephalopods

crunk flamewings vie in harrowing the source
foxtrot alcove's Arctic cephalopods

teammates, think Graywyvern lacks a plan
to cut through walls of mile-thick cephalopods?