Very likely, where you are sitting right now, millions of years ago you could look up and see the sky filled with a fleet of flying giants.
We are the ancestors of those strange amphibians who first ventured up into the strange lands of light and green and sun.
Maybe it’s my wilting ears but damn doesn’t Tom Waits sound smoother, and sweeter, these days — like a fine Irish Whiskey.
Haven’t tasted one in decades, but we’ll always have alcoholism.
Somebody took the argh out. I mean I don’t know my remastering from my Dolby button, but clearly…
Gene is to my right fiddling around with his cane.
Ursula — or “Ullyses Kingfisher” as I like to call her, is smoking a pipe. (We’ve never met.)
Ms Butler is sitting way down at the end.
I realize that they are dead and this is a dream.
The Band that could have been the greatest in the world. In another time.
I know: It sounds like that Beatle’s movie, “Yesterday.”
Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda.
This is how I remember it.
When we started playing together all the bands were crap. They sounded like Grandpa’s Beer Hall. They dressed…
“US government lists fictional nation Wakanda as trade partner”
BBC News, 12/19/19
Mr. President, last item for the day.
Hurry up, I got a T time.
It’s about Wakanda.
Not a person.
Wait. I know this. Prime Minister somebody of somewhere.
Now, see. This is what we’re afraid of.
Sure there have been days
when the words were rote
tossed off like a smile to a stranger
Possibly some days
the sentiment was less than unqualified
(Distraction and habit can
deplete words however sweetly intended)
But I can safely say the words
have never been a lie or a…
So aliens look like tomatoes.
They land in the Super Bowl
at half time
terrifying the crowd.
They are gunned down by security forces.
They try again.
They land near the pyramids.
The Egyptian Air Force bombs them.
They try again.
They land on the moon. Nobody notices.