Get off my back, you Sad waste of human flesh, I Really despise you.

Backwards Yoda speaks: English his first language not. Use the Force he must!

Negotiating Aggressively, the Jedi Eschews violence.

Misbehaving Dems, Tax and spend without an end. What would Jesus do?

The National Parks: America's Best Idea, Ken Burns directed.

Many haiku float Around, about this full head-- Only one survives.

Regretting the day A confused phlebotomist Mislabeled my tube.

They without honor Rule iron-fisted, never Knowing our respect.

There's a small hole in (About the size of Tolstoy) My education.

We spend our lives Bathing in chemical soup; How does Mother feel?

Words, what do they mean? Of time, mountains, and rivers Jon sings abstractly.

Is the really art? My muse cannot tell for sure; All the same to her.

Piltdown Man, a hoax? Don't buy it. He is alive In our midst today. Piltdown Man arrives In a black stretch limousine And grey flannel suit Piltdown Man survives (Anthropologists agree), Thwarts those who say "nay." Piltdown buys and sells…

Yesterday, today, Tomorrow, all illusions: Fractured bits of NOW.

Time is relative. So, also, is space, says Al. Spacetime, your cousin. (Yep, you caught me--I said "time/space." It will be fixed.)

In fire or ice? How will the universe end? It ain't over yet!

A handmade go cart, Childhood prideful possession. No one to push me.

Sunlight streaming down, Gentle breeze disturbs new leaves, Spring's awakenings.