Poisoning the NestIt's time to be selective in the things we really need.Something isn't right, and we're clearly not at peace.Not at peace with nature -- not even with ourselves.Too big for the Nest, too proud to accept much else.
GoPlease, go.No no, not away from me, but with me. Come with me, and we'll go.We'll go.We'll go.We'll see. We'll hear. We'll touch, we'll smell, we'll taste.We'll smear. Paint on ourselves and yell. At a passing car, at the sky, at the moon. At a star. At a thousand stars.We'll shun sleep and watch the world wake up. We'll run through the street and wake the parts of the world that didn't.We'll climb a tree. We'll wait and see. The people pass below us, and we'll drop pine needles on their heads.We'll drive fast. We'll drive slow. We won't drive. Let's walk.Let's run.We'll run.We'll sweat.We won't regret, though.Because we're going.We're going. We're going.We're moving a mile a minute. We're moving a minute a mile. We're not moving. We're moving again.Did you hear that? Did you SEE that? Look at this. Look at me. Where are we? Does it matter?Time to go. Time to see the world.Ten-thousand-million-billion-trillion times a second, a minute, an hour, a day. A way. They're e
DinosaurAn explosion through your front door.A vicious dinosaur appears.He wants to eat your head,He says.But you left all your gunsIn your other pair of pantsBy your bed, and you're nowhere nearYour bed, you're here, about to danceWith this mean-looking dinosaur.But then he tells you he was kiddingAnd that he doesn't even like heads.They have an awkward texture.He just wanted to make a friend,He says,But he has no social skills,And that is the only way he knows how to say hi.He apologizes for being vicious andYou go out for ice cream with your new friend,Which is actually nice because people move out of your wayOn the street because your friend is a dinosaur.