Each of us is an Area 51 In hiding from a psychic bombing run Behind the barbed-wire fences of our senses Beneath the radar of our consequences
Our secrets are so secret that even we Don’t know what they might be, could be, will be Because the slide-rule calculating hearts Can only slip between odd-numbered parts
Each of us is an Area 51 Playing hide-and-go-seek but not for fun
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is: Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com. It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.
Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree: The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.