(You can watch the dust sparkle right now if it's clear where you live. Where I live, as is usual, there is nothing but cloud, cloud, and cloud.)
Earth races her car round the corners all night at a tilt -- they have clocked her at sixty-seven thousand miles an hour round the square -- dragging fixated Moon in the pull of her infatuation. Now she grins her head right out the window of this hooligan car and feels the cool mist of the comet's tail full in her face.
In the Mastodon language settings, "Polszczyzna" (instead of "Polski") is weird. #Mastodon
Fifteen minutes ago,
I am stood in the dark
on the sidewalk
in house slippers,
overgrown beard,
looking up, pointing
into the sky
like a man escaped.
But the geese
have chosen
just this time
with no moon to fly.
A dog on a rope
snaps at me and
its owner navigates
a wide arc around.
A newbie's thoughts about Mastadon after a few days here:
Fewer famous people are here than on Twitter. More DIY art! More DIY everything - meaning an underlying ethic of 'this is our community, it is what we make of it.' No Nazi's, MRA's or other hate groups. More interesting nerds!
This is pure
October poured
into the air,
our trees:
the ivy all
is full of bees,
is blooming
for the final bees
still humming
in our afternoon,
before the stars
and vanished moon.
New moon tomorrow.
I had better test this. Does it know line breaks? Toot and see...
Two by two came the crocodiles
Two by two, the giraffes
Two by two, the hyenas
(who were always good for laughs)
