Zooming Around

Zooming around

From the stars to the ground,

And back again. Is it a sin?

I wonder all about

The simple things, and pout.

Boy, it’s a mess,

And I must confess

That you are the best.

Do you know how

We can break out of this now?

I want to go

Where I can flee to and fro.

I hope

That you can offer

A way to make it stop.

All I know

Is that I remember

That I told you so.

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Leaping Luggage

Leaping over a lounging lizard,

In the middle of a raging blizzard,

Is not a pastime I’d encourage,

Even if you took my luggage.

If you ask me for the time,

I would say it’s not a crime,

But don’t expect an accurate telling,

And never grade me on my spelling.

Do you think there is some truth

To what they say but never prove?

Is it where I put it last,

Inside a bucket of plaster caste?

Changes of Scenery

I was walking down an alley, and when I got to the end of the alley, I jumped up and over the wall. When I landed on my feet on the other side I realized I had entered a lush garden with grass, flowers, bushes and trees. The pathway was made of brick, and there were pools and fountains here and there among the vegetation.

I walked around a little bit, and, looking down into one of the pools, I noticed it was quite deep. I stepped up onto the brick border around the pool, then leaped in, feet first. As I suspected, I sunk down pretty far. I swam around a bit, then came up for a breath. When I did, I was quite surprised.

The beautiful garden was gone. In its place was a factory, with giant machines all around. There were also huge vats sunk into the concrete floor. The vats were made of a thick glass, and I could see a short way into each vat from inside one of the vats, which is where I was. I propped myself up on the side of the vat I was in, and lifted myself out of the vat.