Light Signs

ON FIRE

Hungry? Ignite the fire. Flame on higher. Sizzle on the grill. Eggs served up smart. Eggsmart. What? Eggs are smart now? Oh, wait, no, got it wrong. EggsMart, filling the grocery cart at the Supermart, a bounty beauty of white wedding dressed golden yolks. I think I just figured out the sales pitch blitz of this all day breakfast spot. What’s sad about that is I’ve eaten at this very spot more times than I can count. It’s always been Smart Eggs to me. It’s only now I see how it truly be.

ON THE GO

Rushing on into the night, searching for a real delight. Maybe an unholy donut will fill your hole whole. An unending pink puffed blue tube lacy white frosted so bright, follow the light. Away with ye nasty gluten sugar poison filled food porn bombs sure to kill me on the spot! I can’t even look at you evil donuts without feeling ill. Wheat is indigestible for me and pastries have never been my pleasure hole.

MISSING HOLE

Futures are at stake, no time for donut breaks. There’s a light that might be true, guide me through and through. Master Tarot reader to the rescue, oh bless you! Thusly did the reading commence after I forked over far too many pence.

FUTURES READ

It’s a distorted, misaligned, twisted heart in opposition to that golden light. “You see the issue is that you need to correct your course, reconnect and move as one”, speaks the Master Tarot reader, eyes glittering darkly, “Take this card with you”. Snatching it up, I tuck it away while sprinting across the floor and out the door.

TWISTED HEART

I’m standing still, heart pumping, blood racing chasing to catch up. Sighting through that single eye, shutter pop, stop, a curving heart plops. I reach inside to see it’s the exact reflection of the card that was handed to me.

CURVED HEART

A big black silhouetted tree with silent scream appears in my waking walking dream seemingly impaled from behind. Is it the sign? This isn’t sublime. I’m running out of time to deal with the spear here.

STILLNESS

Flash blur racing on past at last, it’s missed me with its menacing gnarly groping grasp bleeding into the sign of times gone by.

MOVEMENT

Glowing massage offerings dripping down, tension release that beast of longing. Muscle cramp my style, this isn’t the massage I’m seeking. It’s my back that’s blatantly bleating a blistering pain in my rump. Now I’m stumped.

NEED IT

What can I say? Clearly it’s all well plus good wavy line sights and all. What a formula. What does Well + Good mean? What are they really saying? I’m so often stymied by marketing ploys, strategies, signs, and campaigns causing me pain enough to abstain.

CLEAR DISTORTIONS

_{All photos taken by Nine with a Pentax digital 35mm camera.}