All Comments on 'Meditations Down a Shot-gun Barrel'

this poem says alot while not saying it <grin>

and an inkling of the fierce balance of the cosmos.

when you can find balance on a ball soaring 66,000 miles an hour thru space, welcome to tranqulity, but watch for the one who will shoot you with a shot gun blast just for looking like you might have a better grasp on life than they <grin>

inspiring poem

like: my colossal, haunting left eye,