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image by wchild
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A weekly selection amongst the images I liked,
while browsing the Street Gallery
and I think they deserve more attention.
Enjoy them, comment on them and remember
to visit the photographers' galleries as well.
Have a nice weekend.
There is a garden - heavy scented At the crisic coincidence ofMore Like This
the death dream and the day-lit moon
the universe swells up
plunging to a crushing point
dense and dark with tactility
He thinks that
We are unbounded and that
There is a garden – heavy scented
through which a hot stream
thirsty trees caressing, bend &
crowd us on our path
He thinks that
There have been other gardens
tasting of salt & musk & virgin air
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I am an alien.
I am alone.
I am out-
I am impassive
I am judging
I am open and blunt
like an unsheathed sword
simple, but mysterious,
I am inhuman.
I am cold.
But in the never ending crash-drone of the city
in the swirling dust and plumeria
I am a person
embraced by another
You smell like grass and
like sweat and salt water
you smell like Humanity and
you smell like me.
sun-cast and dark as indignity
Seattle.The trees here make it rain and are forever pressed downMore Like This
by the weight of it.
The trees here make it rain and so
you will always be wet with rain
and sticky with pine sap slicks
in unexpected places.
Your children will be born with
pine needles carpeting their soles,
And they will always be a little damp and a little cold
even in the desert
they will be cold.
The forest is ancient and cold and mourning
and maybe that too is passed onto her children
mourning for something that never was,
something that never was lost.
The city is like a big sister snooping
you will love her because she
is your sister and because
hers are the only other people in the world born
mossy and aching
you will hate her because she is small minded
and she is too much like you.
untitledi have written you into the linesMore Like This
of my skin
and you have taken my bones
and cracked them
across your knees.