Of Washbasins and Electric LIghts

They do not see what I see
so clearly,
as I madly extinguish inadequately used electric lights
A world in my lifetime
where light is saved
to illuminate only when the last rays
of the sun have disappeared
the human eye now blind
And then only in dire need
like cooking or writing;
and not when sitting around talking of a lighted past
gone as fleet and bright as a transient fire

A dear light in an empty room

paradox, do lights burn when there is nobody to see them?

wounds me as much as to see
water gushing down the drain of the basin
as the owner of this appalling invention,
a creature remarkably adept at discarding the precious
as it were a careless trifle,
obliviously studies
a pimple on the left side of its face.

Jan 6 2008