John Lowther

We are the robots.
We don’t need no stinking badges.
We sacrificed the sex.
When we moved here we had to have a new plug put onto the dryer.
And we mean everything.
Nevertheless, we can see the beginning of an era of enlightenment for slime molds.
To those about to rock, we salute you.
We gotta talk up big boy.
We will all be dead in minutes.
We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love.
We can’t be sure of anything.
If we had some ham, we could have ham and eggs for breakfast, if we had some eggs.
We are done with words.


2 thoughts on “John Lowther

  1. these sonnets I keep reading on line by J Lowther are habit forming, appetite surpressing, mood elevating..stay tuned for more martian chroncles! No, but really…Terrific poetry!

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