Toby Tompkins – Page 2

Dialectical Diet

Less is not really more, unless you are trying to shed a few pounds.

A storm thundered through, leaving the sky looking clean, freshly washed, and dried.

I fall asleep with a cat purring dreams into my ear.

My best memories are of things that never were, but ought to have been.

A dream is a thought that soars above the facts to seek the final truth.

I was an old horse cropping grass, glad that I’d been put out to pasture.

Chilly today. June ain’t bustin’ out over here. Maybe over there.

Humans are nothing but inefficient meat bags. We can do better.

Four creatures sitting on the porch watching the trees sway in the gentle breeze.

I once was a young whippersnapper as toned as a fiddle or flute, but the years rolled on by, and now what am I? A codger, curmudgeon, and coot.