kick it into
high then
shift it into
overdrive,
lines are flashing
in the spiral-
burning to
survive---..
ground control,
you're so
far
away---
as i'm falling...
the universe is much
too
small-
the Captain
contemplates
another run
at glory,
--
time to
break my
fall...
never-ending
rows of soldier
stars now stand in
line--
armed with super-nova,
they're
destruction by
design--
blackened saucers
look into
battalions glowing
bright,
ground control
to captain Ron,
report to
your next
flight...
Ron Walker
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Ron Walker
Ron Walker is published in two anthologies, "dandelion in a vase of roses" and 'NY literary magazine' "Awake" anthology... Pen name is beau jeep and will be published in "tears" in NY literary magazine. ..
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Two Wrinkles In Time
It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
By Lily Séjor4 days ago in Fiction
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