Sunday Saturn's Streak Of Lightning

"Sunday Saturn's Streak Of Lightning"

The water floats with the boats.

Rocks burn up in outer space. 

Hidden masks have no face.

Berkeley is where they threw mace in inner space.

In World War I, a pilot wasn't a King but an Ace.

I can't hit a homerun but slowly race across first base.

It's a dilemma of old age in the human race.

Not to waste but let's make haste.

That's really fate.

Life's nothing to hate.

So smash a Jewish wine glass and break a Greek plate to celebrate.

Baby patch kids play with baby patch dolls.

In a patch of sand in a sandbox.

This brings us back to burning space rocks.

Who is it that mocks the school of hard knocks?

Certainly must be Houdini opening up a magical lockbox.

Knocking, at the bank's door as it automatically locks.

So I'm stuck inside.

I've been taken for a ride.

In a rising tide.

By Jonathan Billet-02-01-2014-.-.-...