Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Unidentified Androids
Unidentified Androids
Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer
Copyright? The Birth of Sierra Sam 1949
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
Sea of Tranquility
The Sea of Tranquility as seen from a place in time that remains forever sublime
Orrin K. Loftin, ExplorerCopyright? In Time
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
A Wound Up Clock
A Wound Up Clock There is no describing an infinite number of progressions that transgress time with each rhymeIt’s a dance of chance that hops, skips, jumps and bumps to any tune that you happen to have playing in the room The juxtaposition of theme and scheme provides for variety which is sorely needed in today’s mundane society You can pull up to a bar and get your feelings right, right along with a tour of a universe yet to be traversed If you’ve ever wished upon a star know that your dreams can come true with each and every machination of your imagination It’s a wound up clock running off of loose springs and sprockets. All that’s required is for you to hit the switch and get ready to ride a rocket |  |
Monday, February 7, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
The Last Vampire
The
Last Vampire
There’s not
many of us left according to the last email eye just checked
It’s become
ever so exceedingly difficult to pass any given real or artificial blood test
Eye remember
when sixteen of us would whimsically dance on a dead man’s capriciously jacked-in
and fancifully tattooed chest
There are
many of us who are ungratefully dead according to the last email eye read
It’s become
quite the feat to find fresh meat that’s actually bloody and which still has
the vivid vibrant tint of deep dark purple-red
Eye don’t
remember the last time eye slept in a homemade bed
There aren’t
many bounty hunters happily hunting according to the last email eye deleted
It’s ashamed
that even those that are not undead have problems with blood banks that now run
bone dry and are then found completely bare and depleted
Eye
reminisce of a painted canvass rich with rain from gushing veins where you
could drink ever so deeply even if you didn’t really need it
There’s lots
of us who are now desperately needy and who forsakenly ride the city bus
according to the email someone sent from the county jail
It’s insane
to think that such an endgame has sent the best of us summarily to the
perpetually petulant pits of hell
Eye totally
recall a visit to the pearly gates once and can never ever escape the memory of
its ever so familiar smell
There’s a
few who have chosen to repent for sins long since past overdue
It’s deeply
degrading to see demons and devils deny the deeds that they demonstratively still
dispassionately love to disparagingly do
Eye keep
forgetting not to go to church on any given Sunday when there’s always lots and
lots of bibles and too many overcrowded pews
There’s
nothing in the old snail mailbox and according to the latest and greatest email
that eye just received the number of new messages is absolutely “none”
It’s now
impossible to withstand the starry bright glare of even a totally eclipsed blood-red
sun
Eye remember
now and then and ever so precisely that the number of us remaining is exactly
the sum total of the absolute value of “one”
Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer
Copyright? When the last vampire drank the last bloody
drop, August 2010
[For Jauté, Happy
hunting on Halloween!]
Friday, February 4, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
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