Wednesday, March 9, 2011


Where has my life for sci-fi gone.
No more warping across the nebula
To engage with my brother and sister spaceman.
To wake up to a quasar and dream of supernova dusks
Now we just scream through tin cans and bang on old rusty pipes.

1 comment:

  1. ...and watch so-called 'reality' on channels of lies.

    More at 11