April 24, 2013

I've Got a Job to Do

A tiny post-impressionist faces a massive world

Sometimes, when it comes to arms, splayed is the only choice

Sometimes a giant dog is just a giant dog

A desert is shy with its water

An ocean is more like a desert than a rain forest

Trees are not lungs

If you look at the Earth from space you'd see something special, depending on where you were looking

Even if it was just a bunch of clouds

High altitude lightning that never reaches the ground is the loneliest number

Your pretty light show is its recognition that there will be no rest tonight

These maritime scenes, poker games, jailhouse tattoos

Mounting losses, sore winners, gaps upon gaps

The clouds roll in and we roll out

Somewhere there is a downed powerline

And a home owner is fumbling for the phone on the kitchen wall

Location:Melvin Dr,Baltimore,United States