Nothing So Sweetly By Sean Ripple www.flickr.com/photos/flatlife It begins like this...just this...and as it shifts, it does not act in the way that it began. How did it begin again? Oh right, like this... A jumble Vines Insects larger than a hand Lots of rain A few other things A Jungle Upton Sinclair There is some notion that this act is of no use But what act is? But what things are? Warm forks? or Pints of cold cream? or Job security? or Surveillance rooms? The band plays on, and the painting is all wrong But oh this life of nothing so sweetly can take a few shots