The Lamppost

Aside from maps and clocks and compasses, I also love lampposts. A clock is time; the human obsession of how much of it is left before we die, how it won’t wait, the only thing we can’t buy.  A map is location or dislocation, finding your way or acknowledging you are lost, lost but lookingContinue reading “The Lamppost”

The Sun and I

the sun burns and tear drops fall from its rays the internal combustion that is the life of us all constantly destroys itself and draws energy from destruction and the contained calamity one of these days that beautiful star is gonna burn out one of these days he’s gonna implode and leave a big blackContinue reading “The Sun and I”