Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Poison {the adolescent condition}

is it so bad
that it's killing us? slowly
it looks so nice
doing the killing

polluted skies
polluted lungs

ash-tray eyes
paper-thin skin
pinned-up and pressed down

so far away

slipped, into shadowy place
like this place, but not
watching from that place in the corner
seeing, not being seen

writhing smoky soul
wispy weak hair - pseudo halo in morning light
trapped expression
rigid, raw nails gnawed to nothing

what's doing it
it looks so nice, till it's gone
what's doing it to us? slowly
not very good - or bad

*experimental new photographs, {toilet paper, wax, fire}

Saturday, July 13, 2013


The soles of my shoes
Have romped this globe
More than I.