Sitting In A Bus Terminal, Minneapolis, 1969

Tripping on acid….
Blowing bubbles with one
of those plastic wands…
grumbling from across the room…
the Ticket Master comes over,
says: “Stop blowing bubbles.
The old people don’t like it.”

Endings:

1.We knew it was the end of time…or, close.

2. We spent a week just thinking about that.

3. A Mandelbrot of endings.