Were Sorry

Were Sorry

By Curt Vaughn

Were Sorry,

The Meandering, Grinding, Volume of Ceaseless, Query's into the cosmos comes frequently, often and sometimes not at all.  So, please restate all inquiries for the here and here after.  Some one or No One will get back to you in the next eternity depending on your point of view in space and time.  If you need assistance please dial (number for pie in math) to its full extent.  Please continue to wait on hold until the possible end of time.  The universe may or may not appreciate your patience, and/or existence.

Thank you

Crow Fields

Crow Fields

By Curt Vaughn

From the earth three crow stocks grew to the giant’s knee

The corn laughed in the distant while roasting on the power lines

The Man Crow hung lonely in the near empty field watching and dreaming

While the Scare Farmer spread the earth open with his bare hands

And let the water flow from his sweat and tears into the grand canyons

He had made will waiting for the sun to set so he could stop the time of day