Tag: vegetation

Nothing here is going according to plan
State your intentions, Muse. I know you’re there
My despair cannot be described
It was as if I wasn’t there. In fact often I wasn’t
Wasn’t it crazy for him to be out there on his own
You’ve been under a lot of pressure
She was about his own age, a little ragged around the edges
He would remain undetected if he wished to be
The rooms weren’t going to tell him who he was
You need to find someplace to sleep tonight
The house smelled of dusty carpets
Their hair piled high in the style of the fifties
No doubt the savages were a riddle
I discovered that the sugar jar was empty
I’d known for months that it was liable to happen
And so he went and sat looking into space
The points of the compass are like money, which has value only because men say that it does
The universe does not understand up and down
As for the old, they had rites of their own
He was having a hard time keeping her on his mind
The roar and rush of it never stopped
At first the place wasn’t so bad
The syrup came in small plastic containers
There was juice and decent coffee
The dozen faeries hidden around the room gave a cheer
Her knees were grubby and she looked even thinner than usual
No steam rose from the surface of the water
And say which grain will grow and which will not
We were inferior, therefore our history didn’t matter
It was the rattling that woke her
The band of children following them grew louder
He crossed the polished floor of the hall
The scorpion was black with a purple shine
It was almost as if the child was waiting for something to happen
He wondered how long ago this had happened
She was ready to leave once more
He was always sure that his mother was alive
She looked at him and nodded cheerfully
As the year went on, and spring gave way to summer
The house had a smell of damp and old cooking
He rose from his chair and put on his hat
He, of all people, knows what’s real and what’s not
They’re so judgmental
They won’t just come out and say, …
… and no one is allowed to see the whole picture
That remembered image was all I had to go on
The place began to hum and rumble
Thinking is a physical process that goes on in your nerve tissue
There was a lot he didn’t know, …
… but nothing he was afraid to ask about, …