
. Dallas Clayton
.
. Orderly
.
. Just after the sun burned out
. and all who were left
. realized this was "it"
. things finally got back to normal
. sleeping in the grass
. eating with your hands
. killing your enemies
. and sex at all hours for no damn good reason
. right out in the open.
Today I leave you with a rather interesting poem, which I came across on the marvelous website
that is The Company of People.
I am yet to decide what exactly this website is, but the best way I cold describe it is a surreal
collection of raw, yet somehow poetic photographs, drawings and well, poetry. It hosts a very
impressive collective of artists, and I can guarantee it as an excellent way to pass an afternoon,
evening, and possibly night. Get inspired

