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Day 2
Day 2 To my love: You don’t know how much Time feels like has passed Three hours in a day all To myself And that’s all Two days is all its been Two days and it feels like I’ve been deployed To a world war for four years 16 hours stripped from 48 16 lessContinue reading “Day 2”
Up
Up Perhaps where none should be Perhaps where a door Was mistakenly without A locking key Dust in the rafters A thrill of the Trespasser’s vantage A catwalk of intrigue Tempting one to climb Up a set of dark, cramped Stairs And through an unlocked door To find A jutting place above the scenes NotContinue reading “Up”
Aviators
Aviators Bent steel Lenses reflective Of the river We came down On a blonde Freckled face Wearing a Camoflage ballcap And a sunburn Drenched Tank top atop Bikini swimsuit Pieces Ultraviolent From Apollo and Ra Glowing nuclear With catasrophic Power in redding Radiation That is what Is reflected
Photographer Three
Photographer Three It was windy on the north end After sweat accumulated From climbing the south Elevation gain Snacks Breaks In the wind We found a vantage In the pass We saw a thousand Words
Photographer Two
Photographer Two Paddling out Leaning with A kayak Into calm waters Of a desolate eden Where only few wander Only want to get That perfect image That perfect frame Of desolate eden From the middle of One of its lakes Paddling out Into calm waters Where only few wander Just want that image Of paradiseContinue reading “Photographer Two”
Photographer
Photographer Before summiting the mountain, Or crossing its moat of White trees and purple water Weaving through pink grass Under a blue and black sky With green soil poking through Until the treeline begins Crawling up foothills, We took a picture.
Blue Tape
Blue Tape So let’s begin again with this. I can’t count on both hands how Many times I’ve tried this. I’ve been slaving for months In this terrifying alley Where things are stolen often. No doll of innocence is safe From footpads and anonymous Friends from long times ago. A greybacked petticoat In a redlandsContinue reading “Blue Tape”
Sound Sound
Sound Sound Looking down the waves Small valleys in each phase Of washing sound water Drenching piers and their seers Standing atop the tall platforms Looking down water swell alleys Taking down driftwood And the carvings on them I can’t see I don’t know if you can see The alleys in between are Breathing endlesslyContinue reading “Sound Sound”
