Office by Alex Penny
You are the sponge and I am the dishwater All of these photos belong to me unless otherwise stated.
watch through the broken window
And your eyes will touch
The brittle air between
Your stake and the calls
Of your mother
Falling Down like cinders
On the open heart
kept still til war began
it was not my plan
And Toward the mass of
Blinded lovers
Stuck in tar and powerless
To shake the glass and
Seethe in poison designed
To color the words they wish
And pay with fistfuls of
empty air- to show they might
Give up the fight
And let down all the burdens
They hold- the secret pain
Yet will remain
Stay the same
Won’t expect the hollow promises
Of eyes that never lie
But sit behind and and wait
In vain, but never call upon
The ones who want so badly
To give themselves away
So sit behind the widow
And pray- then look away
They won’t stay
Empty bottles chime the belfry
Just you and your cathedral
Will learn and find a way
To stay the same
Without the pane of glass
Between you
And try to understand
It’s not my plan
And the night will come again
Oh, my friend
When you’ll find your hope resigned
In bitter wine- and passing time
Behind the thin eyed shouting creatures-
Is love to come again?
Oh, my friend
With such questions are such burdens
in spite of empty space- to stand in place
and watch the practiced exits
of the fools you came to find
but left behind
More Coins
Gold in quartz
Northern Entrance to Glacier Natl Park, Montana
close-up of my eyeball
