New Centaurians
spear thrust beneath Adam’s rib
Merry Christmas!

Cogito ergo
I will be taken by ten
A right soul shake, wot?

arrow thru the sun
We’re star stuff, said Captain Carl
Hey, who cut the cheese?

Today we play clue
The origami clouds weep
self censorship blows

“O Heraclitus!”
Mark Twain in the pilot house
mississippi queen