1/26/2010
The spaces underneath over and underpasses and under bridges. If they were only used more appropirately...we could all play some big game of release or frisbee derby or hide-n-seek. Those areas are pristine and untouched. Outdoor real-tyme dance theatres? Model railroad exhibits? Public art gallerias? At a minimum, urban gutter hangouts. Or, hmm, maybe a time capsule stash could be stashed there, yet left on view, so in essense, we could view the changes as they are happening, which is certainly tough to do on our own…
At any rate/at a minimum leave them be, and let the coons have halfdecent living quarters…
At any rate/at a minimum leave them be, and let the coons have halfdecent living quarters…
Unleashing
Houses…if they ganged up on everyone, we’d be in for it. There are so many!! Even more so if they collaborated with trees…
I was cranking a jack-in-the-box sometime ago. I kept on cranking and cranking, but Jack never popped out. I got confused. Was it malfunctioning? Was I cranking it wrong? So, I said to myself, maybe I should just crank it one last time and if that crank doesn’t blast him outta there, than we’ll call upon the Jack doctor, because Jack-I-T-B docs exist. They are hidden in the deepest, densest 1950's toy forests sharpening their scalpels ard filling their suringes with the necessary injectable juices. Well, maybe not so much, but I still wanted to crank it one last time…and…I…did…and!…poppppdidddly pop. Out he popped! I was so thankful. I guess sometimes I just need to push the extra push and grand things’ll occur. If this was the case with everything else, I don’t know where I’d be. Maybe on Jupiter, because I’d try to become an astro-not/psyche! Fooled you! I won’t become an astronaut, but I will keep moving until things happen rightly…
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