The Orchestra Bow, in sci fi fantasy.

The orchestra took a second bow

Recalled to the house staged event

The line in the gin house drew cheers

Excitement dodging realignment on toes

celebrating some went for tea and theater

and chit chatted and never left saying they

should leave it’s getting late and stayed on

More to come my phone is getting all these

weird calls, locked them out to main consul

they redial originating number and get called

“ sci fi, trick having them talk to themselves.

Try to keep a octopus in a water tank or sea

urchin got to watch them every little moment.

The other stupid thing they have way for being

everything like a suited mirror and face imaging

Or it’s the return of the Kubuki Theater chapters

relative company of the one armed ventriloquist 

Fear of the darken sink hole remains intact to day

Play the accordion face another day out of step.

But beneath the rooted tree it sits and any story has

As many directions seen as does the darken winds.

Reaching before winters snowy site touches home

Where you lay or lie in sleep a darken self of alias 

Negativity or mummification I saw no impending

eyes that you were born about the cave’s collapse 

and it brings no new word or who came and left it

In place space center to God sent me to sow Earth

With what we are enriched until another story’s read

Being there reveals the Jolly Roger playing with one

Jazzy finger has the radio times ringing the app off

ding ding song dance of the opera in spinning detail

The light shining reveals a forest in still perfect light

Like lent across accents way in which I am enabled

Then to other beliefs besides AI selfie wheels is go

turning playing mummy or hiding seems irrelevant 

cause the mannequins go in the forest grounds seen 

none return to speak of but lie dread in Kubuki Theater

Woodsmen daily chore working for food another thing

A gust of wind and unintelligible voices lead the return

Exit the tunnel and are out of it follow the traffic makers

be warned there is misery in thought and lot.

Recent history as I recall regulated fund raising.

Giving an unknown fund a toe in the door or seat

When you combine foot to other things one sees

stronger applications by improving equal leverage 

standards renewal for public fairness remain in them

against the carefully worded statement when the rubber

hits the road. On Mars there are NASA photos of what

appears to be a few large sink holes in close proximity.

What I previously wrote about, the Kubuki Theater or

court luncheons and more the courts ware and playing

Where with square one and square two Kubuki Theater

Just realizing the importance of these sink holes or as

I describe them, at least sometimes you can get close

enough to look into them to help people caught in cars,

this dilemma but either way a no go to get any closer 

But to render your sincere help from the Kubuki Trap.

“On Mars, These sink holes appear to be quite large.

I really wonder if anything or something could have 

fallen in one of the Kubuki Sink Holes. What I don’t 

know well, no cars stuck in them front end deep down

But there can be something else down there, maybe a

Cowboy sort ancient rocket on a lift old Kubuki stone

“ Where’s “Opportunity” NASA Rover fallen into the

Kubuki hands, storms generated by wind turbines that

remain or run for months until all is now quiet like 

(C) All quiet on the western front)

NASA Satellites will have to peek into these Sink Holes

Not for cars stuck in the rut but on Mars it’s 99% to 1

I suspect something more.

Sci Fi example, The Martian Farm Lands imaginary fields

Or Indian Tiger within bringing any of it aboard the Mars

Probes may open the Pox of inner bacteria to free Lance

in winds of the Earth into a rusting like reach of bacteria’s 

Where it could create and release a pandemic but always

Look at other scenarios, in art abstract is a good example 

This one looks like “The President, the other no name

Visit to New York City. 

The cried and died swept in sound 

As they ran to higher other grounds 

To grasp the leafs come near aside

our hand in roses ripple touch wide 

The God of theirs is seen in the acts

Where as our in same act not shame

riches our is lots your land and ours

The square of life reaching out yours

to begin the lorry ride into the newest

longest road of riches and valleys lost

Becomes now another course changing

values, the golden city and Comanche 

thunder now in the ramparts remain, 

how the course charted became a icon

lost in the outer side to date fin or pun

about writing little notes read out lost

religions where God beyond rainbows 

looks at the rise and fall life’s beliefs

I see no blasphemy for us to include 

in any way prescribed our earth birth

I reached and none came of darkness

man dispelled first of grandeur then

quandary why paradise didn’t lighten 

my vision the Bible reads none about

need or about Gods work I asked as in

English Moors or more and learned in

reading the only printing press made in

Germany and began the wait and watch

that learned to read the Bible’s History.

To paint the rainbows of today why come

and run that reach out will in histories gate

of future days become beneath the tale will

Tell.

Hollywood on strike the present labor strike

brings the walk by going and coming 

two strings unattached on strike the next is

the arguing interest knob clicker pad or phone

The strike darkens the screen narrows it down

To monkey business smaller texts the mouse

against the cat narrowly escapes with all the cash.

The unseating of Czar and Czarina the little craft

that braved the waters only now to relinquish some

control of the three headed painted ships wheel of

other winds and good fortune lasting name calling

Such as coming to earth in another form. 

Dis not in known writing collaboration of sort 

author creator the law of the stone Gods chiseled

about your head recalls about the many findings

of small gold pressed articles the fear it brings on

The wooden sail ship I speak about fell in on the 

wayside carrying all the gold in the world it found

In the islands call out witch’s slap. Why I blew the

whistle about UFO,s island hopping.

My Tweet.

So now my Blog in another day

The world is in another way

Made through darken fog in shining 

Light immense morning greeting lining 

My presence seeing my reflection about

Only I can see and hold on to its welcome

Yesterday yesterdays rain and sun became

What is now less in dark and light spreads

Spiraling into and between the rain drops

Still my day even the night time is bringing 

Lights range reaching whispers touch Earth

All be it another day and wishes you bring 

that brought to window a beautiful Canary 

Lots speaking passing the window shop to

Google Hoping.

Before the moon wandered into orbit about

the Earth and sun in a mathematical plum 

inside a blue parasol with my Chinese bride

Embroidered beautiful black eyes and white

Rose like skin my dream life at the edge

I remain adamant I will not disappear.