"Take photos in an instant, with our new...."

 I have photos on rocks,

photos in places I'd rather forget.

I've got pictures of new socks

and of past things I ate.

I've got pictures I'll lose,

the paper ones, starting to fade.

The black and white ones

of people long ago dead. 

A past fuss, serving as a future remedy.

Bunch of tools to mend a sickening old head.

I've got pictures of random homeless cats, 

sleeping on a thrown-away green sofa.

A foot,

something scribbled on a wall,

my face.

Do I...

where do I store memories at all?

There'll come a time when life

grows still,

around that time, I guess

photos start to heel.

Then I thought of

my own chaotic, random diary-

sidewalks,

sunsets,

garbage bags.

Awesome!

I rely on "google earth" 

to keep track, where I went.