the machine looks better than
the computer-generated image.
perhaps one has a ghost where
the other does not. Ryle would
call me mad–
matter over mind,
one can suppose.
the animatronic monstrosity
can be haunted; an anchor for
souls. maybe neither the mind
or the body exist.
maybe we’re all extras in Jurassic
Park, waiting to be eaten by those
little dinosaurs, the ones that look like chicken.
Well, it looks like I've majorly lapsed on the poem-a-day habit. Not to worry. I'm taking a short break to finish the Balkey story line....
“What,” the young, scarred and scabbed Scib said, “did Mr. Pin calm him – Bixson-” And Balkey closed the gap as soon as the word left the...
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