No foreplay today my friends, skipping directly to the penetrating narrative. Please use protection, I recommend a mild sedative.

I’ve actually kept things relatively light today, being somewhat aggrieved with the planet this morning something possessing of levity felt appropriate. And, HEY, JUPITER… you know what you did.

Since I have been writing with the near frenetic pace of Stephen King midway through a coke binge, we’ll be enjoying two pieces today. The first is a new favourite from very recently. Bon appetite!

“Clue Colours Shining”, June 19, 2020.

Gentlest blue, soft as rabbit down

Crisp greens like freshest salad

Earthen browns, worms abode

Daring crimson a frustrated chittering

Staggering gold infuses celestial brilliance

Regal purple delightedly opening to heaven’s gift

A mellifluous silver tune carries lithely on the soothing wind

While ivory and velvet puffy explosions

Craft hauntingly vivid scenes among other myriad shades.

While not surpassingly clever the numerous different meanings I find quite pleasing. Primarily within the final line.

Alright, we covered the terrestrial let’s move, (to infinity and), beyond. Mangia!

“Dark Side of the Boon”, June 9,2020.

Numerous and iridescent

Hazy waves of coloured lines

Each in its way acquiescent

To universal designs

Ellipses, matter, gravities

Components of noble plan

Blackholes spawn immense cavities

Impressive in their broad span

Complicated and essential

Astrophysics found theories

And harnessing key potential

Will prolong running series

Never been more fundamental

To unravel cosmic knot

But can’t be too compartmental

Determining abstract thought

Escaping Alcatraz or earth

Might seem a daunting burden

But endeavouring your rebirth’s

A long-established guerdon.

Who had to search guerdon for a definition? Zero shame, it’s fringe AF. Anyone catch the math jokes?  Again, I can hardly cast aspersions for not, they’re asymptomatic.

May you all be blessed and redeemed in the loving arms of The Gourd. Share love, dear Pumpkin, and you’ll not be squashed.

Happy Trails and Waggy Tales!

-Alex Blaikie

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