ours

Whatever strikes my fancy seems ripe for something...

I'm not scared of running out of curiosity,

but I am scared that the world will cease being curious.

in the company of others,

the world, love, lost,

language has disappeared.

with Trenchant wit, irony, 

or sarcasm, used for the purpose of exposing and discrediting vice or folly,

I try to write the times...

the times, these days,

that are mine, ours. 

and then I say:

Go West, 

Young Art Director 

and leave me alone. 

inspiration is in the unseen,

so see it.