An Alchemy of Words

Pictographs

"Pictographs"

Sitting on a public toilet

in the furthest corner of a brick-walled room,

thinking of death and

shades of grey and black

with pinpricks of red and yellow,

the flames of our lives portrayed

in candles and torches,

mine a mottled white laser,

and I think of immortality

and rays going on forever,

having only one end which is,

after all,

a beginning.

It strikes me as I sit here

that I am one of these,

a dispossessed and

eternal caveman drawing cryptic

pictographs

on bathroom stalls

and wincing in ignorance

as planes pass

overhead.