spidermilk biscuits

"Goethe is no longer our ancestor, as he was Emerson's and Carlyle's. His wisdom abides, but it seems to come from some solar system other than our own." --Harold Bloom

This never happened to Noah.

Loglan, Algol. Triple primary:
blue, red, golden sunsets.
Ascertain a hair tie
in the rose-covered zippybag.
Lights out in Calgary.

It was a rough stretch of road
so we drove gingerly.
Puffs of dust not bullets,
sounds that later for the movie version
would be crafted by sound engineers.

I write this inbetween stints
at squaring circles.
Loglan, Algol, Kalashnikov.