We Have No Autumn

More than ever
When men act like animals
Looking to stifle love.
Trying to stamp out peace…
Anything with beauty.
Those who stand tall behind the bullet
Behind the cloak of hatred
Whose end is useless
Having never once
Fed a poor soul
Or stooped to calm a crying child

Out of love
Out of love
They are forever lacking
Dying in their own waste
Never
Never
Have ever
Made anything better

This Drug

This photography drug thing.
Especially with in-camera multiple exposures. It becomes a game of cat and mouse.
With lilting light and shadow. Changes, continual changes.
The spark for a new composition. Shadow of a mountain, reflected light off the lake.
Maybe some long exposure blur.
Insanity… beautiful, chaotic, reorganized insanity

Passerby

It can become difficult
This living thing.
Supposed to be
More than just
Being alive.

Too many
Walking by
Walking away

So much time on their hands.
Long enough to say hello
Maybe a few words
More important.

Waking up
In your house.
Eating dinner

‘Times
That’s all you get
‘Nuf for the needin’