Bob Robb
Music and Travels of the Cyber Bard

thought

The hurry goes deep over my head
leaving quiet shards of if only.
If only the dreamy mounds of stars
didn’t make me so sleepy
If only the strains of my guitar could reach the closest farthest star
If only heavens dance were not so slow
I’d hurry up and go.
C*****
Capitaine du Luciole

Got a cigaret? There’s a carbon handprint on your ass!
Small handprint big ass.
Fish should not be trusted to feed the hungry tuna cans.
Death to Moby Dick