Storm

Flash photography captures
the stingiest faces.
Fluorescent bulbs flicker
in tired corneas.
The dirt needs a friend.

It’s dry.
Institutional, sterile,
narcissistic and lonely.
It’s dry.
Crusty, burnt, shallow,
immediate and sporadic.
It’s dry.
Duchamp, Zappa, Einstein,
frustrated and aware.
It’s dry.

Creation takes time.
The dirt needs a friend.

Author: Aidan Badinger

Wharved.com I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children. View all posts by Aidan Badinger