Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Haikuesday with Starman
You're alone in outer space.
You encounter a massive sentient and unfriendly being, made out of some sort of solidified energy.
You've already tried to blast it with your weapon of almost unimaginable power, but to no avail.
So you use the only greater power you can imagine:
THEN, you make a silent haiku about it, entitled...
All that got me is
a fistful of sore knuckles!
I've felt softer rocks!
If so, then you must be the Golden Age Starman.
Monday, February 21, 2011
C'mon, admit it...
You miss Vibe.
And I bet J'onn does, too....