my path is blocked by the lonely moose of failure /
stones crunching underfoot go snap, crackle and pop /
my life’s metaphors: breakfast cereals and large quadrupeds /
marking the time but not looking back
"that’s the worst excuse I’ve ever heard",
love is chemistry, sex is physics;
he straightens her hair, just so,
suddenly the sum total
of the feckless wanderings
of an itinerant philosopher,
indigent, thoughtful, restless,
the spark of life shines less, and less;
still, he was always pretty good at physics
I am a baffled observer of the world around us; a photographer, satirist, poet, a food pornographer; an ambitious but average drummer with a penchant for tabloid headlines, late of H-Town, Texas, of course; presently incarnated in Calgary, Canada. Life-long dream: swim with the sharks.
These are my collected ramblings; an online compendium of utter nonsense, comprising art, culture, poetry, photography, technology and the newsworthy, arcane and inane.
All original work is © "@baffled".