pyramid schemes, while canada dreams

egypt:
see gyped.

the airline signs all point to fine,
print in the paper all points to a line
drawn in the sun,
temples for zombies
stumbling to run.
the look on their faces a shadow
of a money shooting gun
loaded and bloated, seams show
and blows the feather over
a heart of ether

bowfin to the rescue

the great restoration.
could it be so great
without a great one,
bowfin, restorator?

A fish for the ages!
A fish for gibralter!

but the fish says,
fibralter.
the fish has a lisp.

rubble highness

Socrates
is in my house
crumping


get out!