Friday, August 24, 2007

3 inches long 1 inch deep


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:

Andrea Leite Marques said...

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?
a.

Andrea Leite Marques said...

He he, by "pictures" I meant "photographs" in the previous comment!
a.

snakedance said...

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:)