Lately

Last summer
turns into
the last
summer,

Owed

I.
A scattered light.
We
kept hidden,
contained.

Across space and time
a series of events
a series of problems.

Private,
intimate and secret
we had it.

Between those between
we shared,
privately.


II.
We throw no light.
Tough close-up
direct,
a hard statue
surface beauty.

Seems like more
but is less attainable.
All at once
alluring and impenetrable.

III.
Undiffused light.
Small areas
on the verge.
Soon to be completely
overwhelmed by threats
now, from all sides.

Ode

1.
She was never consistent,
she was the.
she was not a;
she was,
the work,
not the craft.

More forgetting props the textures
the lack thereof.
Settings thrust
visual echos between elements,
mistakes to breakthroughs.

Only doing vast.
History and hyper-awareness,
the influence
from her.

Most truths,
the hard without easy.
Certainly
she knew?


2.

The best
ones
are the ones
where
instincts command.

The
very short
dramas,
sometimes whole, sometimes
not, just
passing through,
never to be
again,
are best.

Funny Pages

i have a lot of opinions
a lot of over-informed
deeply thought out
deeply felt
opinions
about
ethics,
the stock market,
modern nation states,
veganism
civil rights
the fashion industry
principles of design,
and not
a single
place
to
apply
them
for profit

i have a lot of opinions about
capitalism
and a fetish for designer handbags

i'm so fucked.

Obligated

Trying to make sense of the world
Without a steady cash flow, or a matriarch,
is well,
rather trying.