for the sake of it

it is 4:17 am, disregard any time disputes my blog may try to confirm, although this is steve's computer, and so the time may be correct, unlike mine at WeSell...

blah, blah, blah, is approaching you, en guard!

dooty doo, I see you, and you are not something red, bumblebee. Plus, I couldn't see you from my carseat anyway. But I could read that Nevada liscense plate.

High rises, mountain side
Dirt, brick, the feeling's mutual
Aloha, Oahu, an obvious absence of beach boys
end of an era, tectonic plates, Europa

envious, out of this world
horrific, censorship et al.
dichotomy of dates and one night stands
forget the meaning, follow your toes

computer, it's ok, with a capital K
Martin, he's the man
sluggish snails wont wait for my coming
a hammer won't ease up on those nails

for the end, you won't be appearing
this stage has dragons and robot tanks
for this life, you won't be sharing
your thoughts with fellow man

the sky burns with blueness and stars
earth, with soil and bones
garbage, it softens the blow
of God and this toilsome tow

this poem, aware of its self
has taken a turn for the worse
but tomorrow won't be effected
by doubt or Hitler's remorse