One day the sun came up, looked around, and slid back down.
Soon darkness fell and could not get back up.
The moon rose and kept rising until it was gone.
The tide went out and no one could find it.
Drivers heading south ended up in the north.
Those traveling east arrived in the west.
(Bends in the roads had straightened out.)
All day the wind blew itself blue in the face.
Into this fury time flew, until death clipped its wings.
The next day the sun came up, reflected a moment, and decided to stay.
Creatures began stirring and soon were eating cake for breakfast.
If the world felt different they were unaware.
s. d. stewart 
Taidgh
/ August 6, 2014Hello Sean! I liked this. A good read. I was a little thrown by the cake. But cake is fitting. I feel like some cake now.
birds fly
/ August 6, 2014Thanks, Taidgh! Since the creatures were stirring I figured they were mixing up cake batter. I feel like some cake, too. Just writing that line made me hungry…
Anonymous
/ August 6, 2014Haha! I do like it though. Your writing does it for me. I’m finally going up to the Dublin zine festival on the 16 of this month. I have 8 zines I’m trying to have done by then. Panic!
birds fly
/ August 7, 2014Whoa…8 zines! I’m impressed. Well, good luck making your deadline and have fun at the fest!