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Sheep

Wild sheep chase, ending in void’s double exposure– who’s following whom?   (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama) Advertisements

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Footfalls

Not a simple feat, to follow one’s own footsteps– I, me, her, repeat.        

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Fetish

To dare a fetish, he ceded faith to a stalk– Venus infers loss.   (Photo by Alfred Steiglitz)

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Closer

You said you knew me, but really, what did you know? Closer, I dare you.   (Photo by Man Ray)    

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Kind of Blue, Too

Spiders to Mozart, what luminous webs and notes we weave, snot-strands from God’s blown brass, tapestries of the eternal boombox, breakbeats to spacefolk to bebop within a deep forest kind of blue, the music, recorded or un, plays on and … Continue reading

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Bulbs

Incandescence, how bulbs aspire to fragrant gospel.    

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Keen

Her secret refuge, at childhood’s keen edge, flirting with grace on the rim.

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Ink

She scattered white light through the context of blue ink– Heartbreak, Chapter Two.

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I’m Here

Day after day after day modeling ripe, fugitive blankness, to the siege of passers-by who smiled sweetly and pointed at the coat, the dress, the bow, yet none of them saw what wasn’t blatantly advertised, the age-old curse which kept … Continue reading

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Man on a Bicycle

The man, to make a living, had plastered hundreds of faces upon walls, but there was something about this one which held him captive. It wasn’t just the stardom of her name, its siren-call, but the sheer magnitude of artifice, … Continue reading

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