Sunday's child is full of grapes
Mass transit-driven jackanapes
Pan-chromatic 8-track tapes
The shape of things to come (in shapes)

Holiday prowl;
The gentle slope of neverelevance --
The sideways winding
Crabawalker nation, living on sand and dreams
"Buy 2 get 1 free"
Contracranial elucidation
The sky is still so blue
Even after all these years
And the blinding lines
Of the practicologists
Wafting through windows with screens intact

The Minister of Consequences
Laughs at the memory --
National Spider detecting the wavelength
The solemn collision
The ectophobic monosaur

Thursday's child is full of corn
Trendy footwear yet unworn
Problematic, troubled, torn
Wishing he had not been born

Nopeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrssssssssss no pressure here I like
the red ones,, no seeds please

You mind is an amzing wonder


I miss reading you

Love it Lex!

WOW! That is incredible! How did you write that?

((((((((((Denise))))))))))



I'm back to working on the "Moving Day" sequel again....

....and also a sort of prequel-thing, called "Ganzedi."

If it all works out, both will be out next year....

I am so proud of you,, I am your #1 fan, i am behind in reading,, catching up and am enjoying.

Much love

I think you wrote that just to make up big words.

Seriously though, great poem.