Hello.

I've been rearranging.

The world just fell through my door,
and it's making a mess of my neat little shack.
You flowers out there stay away
I'll eat you
with fried Amenita Mysterium

Oh, to be digested!
What pleasure to tear us apart!

Here's a poem I wrote for you.
If you've seen anything out there
that shines out the sun
recently or otherwise
please leave it for me
I'll plant it in the garden
and sell you the fruit.

(9on the cheap0)



-Lee R. D. G.





Potatoes


Robots have overtaken the yard.
My house is a cage.

Out there in threatening blue
thunderheads the sun sculpts
rainbow




Theory:meditation hums us
down with the mountains.
No more pilgrims chewing oat.

My thunk tank has ingested itself.
Methinks thought may be bored.
How do we save it, poor thought?

In the cellar again,
shoots of stellar activity
crawl along the walls.
A stranger has been in.
I know by the shadows
of his shy step.

What is it about us
that we feel
when we think
what we breathe
why dust where went the sun?
Spooks smoke.

Holes leave heavy heads.
Still none of us are dead.

Down here fingers poke through.
Strange, how they grow
long eyes in the dark.