All of these 'tectonic' tensions, fill the plates, rattle teeth, the nerves frayed...afraid, a fraud, a fake...a 'faux', to say it, 'like it is', that UFO's conspire, that pizza code can hide in lines of dark and secret posts...of anyone? Who knew? Who knows?
The 'Tardis' sits there, waiting, 'watching all', who lean toward lie, reliant upon obfuscating truth...their jollies tickled, here, so near to Christmas...'grinching' everything we do. 'Getting off's', their gadget...but they can't make it work, without 'a little blue pill', or an underage child, to hurt!
Hell of a thing, that it 'takes a war' to divert, attention too. There is something bigger, in the works. I feel it coming...dwarfing, all your 'global warming', and your 'carbon tax'...anxiety of 'indiscretion', pictures 'live at five', on evening news. Whatever could it be, to shake the earth, and cease the roll...of 'the high flying?'
A thing at work's a glory to behold, 'a real thing', unknown to Hollywood...with ALL, their cam'ras rolling, one last 'fright', to shite your shorts, one last tear, to 'sadden' you,, one last...carefully contrived 'emasculation' , of that thing we were...to 'something new?' No!
More, to...something we were, a long long time ago.
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico
Art: Time travel, google pic
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