Inspired to record some musings. Because musings, after all, are best served out loud.

Or more precisely, if they are going to be in my head they should be in yours as well.

Shout out to The Mirror Obscura and Dark Ecologies.

Musings on a Chimney

I’m an old house
Creeks and cracks and moans
Rigid and dry are my bones
Stubbornly flexing with the seasons
Sway, settle, groan

I’m an old house
My chimney spews smoke and fumes
You can see floating like clouds
On a cold winter’s day
Rise, billow, drift

I’m an old house
Who needs a makeover
To accommodate the wonders
Of the modern world
Buy, own, loan

I’m an old house
Designs break like tea cups
upon the brick and mortar
Of my immobile chimney
Drop, crumble, crash

I’m an old house
My limitations proudly parade
Nakedly around the rooms
Undeterred by the open windows
Look, linger, lust

I’m an old house
Let’s tear the chimney down
Rebuild from the ground up
Open up the walls and breathe
Bury, build, renew

I’m an old house
The chimney shall remain.
A new soul is not desired
My old soul binds me to this world
Live, love, life

Musings on Laughing

Look, look, look.
I look but I don’t see.

See, see, see.
I see but I don’t hear.

Hear, hear, hear.
I hear but I don’t laugh.

Laugh, Laugh, Laugh.
I laugh but I don’t understand

What I was looking on,
What I was listening to,
What I was seeking for.

I turned my eyes inside out
To see where I was looking from.

I turned my ears inside out
To hear what I was listening for.

I turned my laugh inside out
And saw why life is so funny.

Musings on Clocks

I want to build a clock,
Tick, tick, tock.
A monument to passing moments
Mounted on a mirror so
Time can reflect upon itself.

I want to build a clock,
Tick, Tock, tock,
A sculpture to the passing seconds
Strung from a stone disc so
Time can cower under its weight.

I want to build a clock,
Tock, Tock, Tock,
A legacy to the lingering now
Lacquered in Clear Lucite so
Time can stand still and be pondered.