What’s this about the bed of Ware?
The bed of where?
The bed of Ware
I hear it’s big:
Indeed what’s more,
I heard it once slept 44!
Incredible! That’s quite a feat
This bed is more than just a treat
It’s twice as long
and twice as deep
I’ll surely love this coming sleep.*
The Great Bed of Ware
*Ironnically those who attempted to sleep in this famous bed would find themselves beaten and bruised in the morning*
So, hold me down while I go singing –
bringing mellow glee and ringing
bells of glory, and of sunshine,
down the dark highway connections
of our fast declining times.
And when you get the hectic juice
injecting my electric roots
you’ll still not halt my dulcet hoots
or quell my derisive champing
at your witty bits of rhyme!
Tomorrow you’ll be over it
recalling what you soon forgit
dispatching your unhappy breath!
And somewhere, maybe in a ditch
a tune will hover over it
from my dark thought’s I’ll still project
the blue rays – and one day I’ll bet
you’ll join my melody with your sweet tune!
The infinite resting place:
An eternal false start
on our great human race.
the most slowest pace!
This forgotten place
which we left as space?
(c) NASA Goddard Space Flight Center
Please pile up your ponce
Line up your laughter
Offer your art up for critique
Open your mind up
To your history
Blood lovingly spilled
on my ages of past.
Fresh blood dried and red –
a fresh crimson to last!
All the while, now it’s dried up
The scabs of tomorrow
scar all today’s flesh.