Aimless rapid eye movement and cold stare. She hums
Cradle tunes on days when the sun evaporates joy to fuel its own laughter
Kindly look here, please. In all these pictures your face says
Boredom, blatant boredom. Clothes that fit too well that drape
Over bodies bruised by limitations, beaten by formality
No one is in charge here.
Everyone is his own boss.
March 22, 2010
Here’s a question:
I wonder if Thomas Edison
ever objected to his incandescence/
invention becoming commonplace becoming
a symbol for bright ideas becoming the punch
line of jokes about incompetence? Or being a
euphemism for people pushed
t o o f a r
b u r n t o u t
as ancient stars.
Can you imagine
where all the
burnt out lightbulbs
go? Do you see them
piled beautifully
burnt or broken
in a landfill somewhere?
Filaments snapped,
shattered glass.
Don’t play with
the lights. How
would Thomas feel
knowing that to-
day it’s the cheaper
less efficient way to
light your home?
Here’s a question:
I wonder if Thomas Edison
ever objected to his incandescence/
invention becoming commonplace becoming
a symbol for bright ideas becoming the punch
line of jokes about incompetence? Or being a
euphemism for people pushed
t o o f a r
b u r n t o u t
as ancient stars.
Can you imagine
where all the
burnt out lightbulbs
go? Do you see them
piled beautifully
burnt or broken
in a landfill somewhere?
Filaments snapped,
shattered glass.
Don’t play with
the lights. How
would Thomas feel
knowing that to-
day it’s the cheaper
less efficient way to
light your home?
March 22, 2010