about the most religious thing
some people ever do is
aim empty bottles of whisky east;
towards tomorrow’s sun rise,
but at least they do it often
because that would be cold
if the sun stopped popping up like that.
Tags: architecture, booze, energy, heat, poem, poetry, probably science too, sunrise, whiskey
I’ll never look at a tall building the same way again.
Meanwhile, whiskey bottles often look like the focus of a painting by J M W Turner.
Makes me wonder what the night time janitor is up to; playing Lite-Brite with rooms? making strange faces for us on the outside? Thanks for the reference to J M W Turner. I’ll be looking him up……..(update to my reply) or after posting this reply, I see there is a link or wait, it’s more than a link. It’s an actual painting and turn turn turn and pop goes the painting. So much for the euphoria from whisky; comes and goes like the tides
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