Hopelessly adrift.
And without anchor.
Bridges collapse.
As love, does too.
Intimacy.
Yes, there's always that.
This architecture.
Designed to capture sunset's rays.
Motes across metropolis.
Catchers in the Rye.
1001 tales.
Of the city.
Pollock and Warhol.
Obscurity and notoriety.
Side by side.
Strange bedfellows for crayon drawings.
Stretched like skin.
Across gallery walls.
I taste air.
I taste sea.
I taste him.
On the tip.
Of my tongue.
Visions.
Grandiose.
And.
Enduring...
# transmission ends #
1 comment:
Your words remind me of a band, The Gathering. Musical, the words alone sing- poetry not lyrics.
Just wanted to say that. They are inspiring, your words. As an artist I hope to be able to create with the help of that inspiration, and I thank you in advance.
Peace~
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