A Wound Up Clock

About the Book

A Wound Up Clock

There is no describing an infinite number of progressions that transgress time with each rhyme

It’s a dance of chance that hops, skips, jumps and bumps to any tune that you happen to have playing in the room

The juxtaposition of theme and scheme provides for variety which is sorely needed in today’s mundane society

You can pull up to a bar and get your feelings right, right along with a tour of a universe yet to be traversed

If you’ve ever wished upon a star, know that your dreams can come true with each and every machination of your imagination

It’s a wound up clock running off of loose springs and sprockets. All that’s required is for you to hit the switch and get ready to ride a rocket

Run Off Of Loose Springs & Sprockets

About the Author

Around and About the Author Like Blade, has a great allergic reaction to garlic, be it organic or scientifically manufactured Loves spaghetti but, has yet acquired a taste for store bought tomato paste Longs for the sea but, please dispense with the salt. Like the visitors on Alien Nation it will quickly bring life to a screeching halt Hates racism for it is truly not sublime. Like on District 9 it doesn’t even work with close encounters of the third kind Loves the story well told about Battlefield Earth. To the ex-wife the transmission echoes the tale of gaining all of the gold but, with no life to live, much less, the pocket change with which to grow old Lives for serving up old cold plates of revenge. Like in the Wrath of Khan, some say, genetically speaking, that Ricardo Montalban is part Klingon or, so it would seem for both love to hear, in the void of space, their combatants, ever so profusely, scream! Greatly relieved not to worry about L. A.’s greater metropolitan rush hour. Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker make the memories humorous and much less dower Given a telescope, a microscope, a star chart and, a row boat, guarantees good times in fun places, as we ever so boldly go