I Should Stop Sitting Around On My Ass Moping 55

This 55 is the third 55 that I've tried to write tonight.

This 55 is the first 55 that's light on contrived insight.

This 55 doesn't make me desire a knife right through my brain.

This 55 doesn't make me inclined to jump out in front of a train.

This 55 ... what can it ignite?

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Trivett Wingo 55

Sticks on skins

the hammer pulse of the soul

crashing hoofbeats a signal

of horsemen approaching

ratcheting backblasts

from an

infernal cannonry

impacts

of mountaintops

streaking down from the sky

rattling your chest

your ears

your teeth

your guts

cataclysmic

explosive

clattering

battering

shattering reason to shards

that scatter on wind

a krakatoa

of

rock

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Star Trek 55

If you don't love Star Trek, go see Star Trek.

If you do love Star Trek, go see Star Trek.

If you hate Star Trek, well, you probably shouldn't go see Star Trek.

Music: Terrific

McCoy: Amazing

Effects: Spectacular

Dialogue: Clever

Nit-Picks: Way too many to count, but what the hell . . . it's Star Trek.

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