painting – Saint Beckett

Tell me why…..

….I will die.

This time.

I only have eyes

….to see.

Stick and bones…

….are my home.

The wind will blow…

…the clouds away.

Time to uproot….

….move to another pile of manure.

When you run out…

…of storage space.

What can we do?

Express yourself……

…through your fashion.

Watching work….

…is exhausting.

I am a rock…

…..I am an island.

I live on an island, and a continent.

But I don’t know where I’m going.

Some photos …..

…..around the neighbourhood.