Friday, June 17, 2011

Arms - by Rand

He shouted
"To arms!"
and it cost him
two legs

1 comment:

  1. Arms - by Herb Venticinque

    The sky... The sun... The Moon... The stars...
    I breathe them in... fusing
    Lofty and noble thoughts
    ...Synapses firing fast
    like a gatling gun rata-tata-tata-tat
    Energy drawn in and out
    A Venturi combining the spirit
    Of the trees... The creatures... the grass... the stone...
    With my own...
    Arms raised to the sky
    They all became one

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