tarnished scraping making irony
pleasantry whispering to moon moths
bleeding
true waves armies line up to play
all against a corner, all that's left
darkness to hold stitching patchwork shadows
too much audience knocked back tracking moon beams
on the forest floor
the audience nervous wracking peeling eyes
single digit forced through the inside
nothing is preventing the faces marching in minds
tarnished scraping needle irony
piercing
dotting the cloudburst horizon
dripping sunlight sucking
these deteriorating films off the hushed grey town
that wanders within
and around the iris of your ash rimmed eyes
3 comments:
Hello! Thanks for the comment on my blog! Love the pictures, are they all your work? It's beautiful. And the typography blog too? You know, I graduated in Graphic Design ages ago. But I am not working on that, ah well, that's a long story anyways! 8 years in Japan? That's great... Do you teach English by any chance?
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He he, by "pictures" I meant "photographs" in the previous comment!
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thanks so much! Yes these are all pictures I have taken at various times of my life. The typography blog is my good friends blog and It's definitly worth checking for updates!!
I do teach English here in Japan:)
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