A Far Cry of RC

Welcome to fear induced Lucky Aide 7.

"Don’t be nervous."
We’re all here for our brethren.

With truths and losses and the Sinister Six,

Cherokee’s blasting out Miss Kittin’s “Nix.”



Freeze frame. Hit the pause. Reverse 360.

I’ll space for a bit, wake, ask if you missed me.

Shit’s straight to the dome, alone and unzoned.

You mean spice canaries don’t dabble in the unknown?



Rockin’ on ashes. Interplanetary garbage.

Swallowin’ all sanity, wreckage and stardust,

'Cause my tummy's quite hungry for knowledge and sense.

I couldn’t muster a thought besides “this is intense…”



And it was a site to see.
I’m certain of that.

As certain as a curtain over Meryl Streep’s snatch.


There’s visible cacophony in my Tower of Babel.

A fly sky high on Dragonaut’s saddle.