extrasensory perceptionI will make a camera For smells and stillness And capture wet grass fumes Who synthesize a sweet drift in the Ten o’clock breeze; Dark blue harmonies On highway nine Where thirsty Thursday greens Mingle with warm winds Across the river And darken The integrity of the water.extrasensory perception
There’s something less Concrete about this explanation, That burrows through one breath, And I can’t quite let escape The vastness of its depth.
InertiaComing aroundInertia
hellacious bends -
Highway three-nineteen is nothing but dust and stars tonight. Whipping grass palpitates and stretches, glistening, growing, retching an inch at a time from the ground in a vain attempt to
follow my
inertia.
I am all four winds -
you're what happened to me - this is my indulgence.
pulseThe heart of my hand hurts; the pincushion between the thumb base and the wrist -pulse
where everything takes root.
The point you stare down and realize it as being the only body part that is absolute.
untitledShe reaches into the west with wriggling, writhing fingers round the blue-grey saplings, queuing in curled capitals.untitled
Sleek, green inked lines, that could easily go on forever, take turns twisting their treacheries around each tinted tangent creeping in braids, binding boughs
together through my thick thoughtfulness.
summer
Sunny Mood
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It's kinda like being shot out of a cannon in slow motion.
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Art without pretense
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Art without pretense
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"Politicians and diapers have one thing in common.
They both should be changes regularly, and for the same reason".
If I remember, I'll let you know when I have those earrings and things up in my store.
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