Today was my breaking pivot point.
It's my all-time jam plus what's left
of it. You're on it if you can catch
and run! Have a seat. We'll fit. As
bandwagons go, we are all courses
set, with sensors on kill and stun
and phasers to paint the stage. Sound
fun?
My inner kirk said hey let's sing
My inner Spock called fascinating
My inner Sulu said your shields gave in
My inner bones said we're Dead Jim,
with his mid-crisis
shocked-smug
dry cocky
doctorly grin
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Friday, August 19, 2022
mid-crisis grin
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