Lack of Lamps by David Francis
Lack of Lamps In the cheap hotels where the porter sleeps in the stagnant air coming through the window in all the rooms no matter the area no matter the station no matter the floor so you cling to streetlights you notice simple fountains you look for the sun you look in her eyes someday you will ask someday you will buy but they will never give they will never give they will only give flowers they will give the special of the day they will give you the key they will give you water but there is a famine there is a shortage there is a lack and you have to compensate you have your vision you have your hearing you smell the food that tastes so good you turn the light off you feel the darkness you wonder about time you sleep to wake you listen hard sometimes you laugh at private jokes the darkness is without the fire you have within Biography: David Francis has produced six albums of songs, one of poems, and "Always/Far," a chapbook of lyrics and drawings. His film "Vil...