
StoryTelling
Embarrassing whipped into fascinating
Chemistry fermenting magic
Trasforms the fundamental
Value of matter
In wonder
Embarrassing whipped into fascinating
Chemistry fermenting magic
Trasforms the fundamental
Value of matter
It has an ugly cow on it in yucky orange
But all my stuff fits in it
The bottom is hard
But I can carry it
Big words on it are not my name
Like I thought
But All my shirts and pants fit in
The yucky cow is dumb
But it has handles on it
I want a pretty cow
But the zipper zips
And all my stuff fits
I can carry it
It’s all mine
Zip zip zip
Just our faces
It is only what it is
A chance
To lose
To gain in all-encompassing
Game on a disk inserted
Into a system,
Games end
Discarded in a pile
Scrap-booked old board game
Even Multiplayer Online Adventures
Being strengthens and fades
Connection delighted breach unfriended
Wins defeat perfect moments memories
Communion play lost found
Tulips beauty
Not everything
Touched
Not nothing
Facegifts-flowers
I’m slowing up just a little before the bumpy railroad tracks. No flashing RR crossing lights catch me today. I look far ahead left at the tracks swerving back into a wild place where the train comes from. Only trains ever comes from there. No train is coming, I’ll hop right through.
I’ve caught up to an ambulance just ahead of me, now. I’m blowing right through here as usual.
The ambulance slows down. Do ambulances stop at all railroad crossings? I don’t remember. Maybe this driver knows about that bump in his lane. I don’t stop at railroad crossings. I catch right up now. I am gonna pass.
I’m riding right into the ambulance’s blind spot about to pass it up when those mighty emergency lights flash on.
Automatic reaction, I hit the brakes and stop. A biker is pedaling across my lane from behind the ambulance.
I don’t know what that biker was thinking.
The emergency lights switch right back off.
I almost ran the next light when it hits me.
The ambulance driver was thinking.