Whirling this sabre is tiring,
Cutting shapes out of the air,
Slicing images out of the sky.
So, now to fix faulty wiring,
Focus the current repair,
Shoot up with needles and fly.
Climbing the stairwell is draining,
Think I’ll rest on the block,
Cooking my suppertime spoon.
Sinews and veins are straining,
What a rush, what an almighty shock,
Flying away to the moon.
Blue lights...
Continue reading...