you said Is
there anything which
is dead or alive more beautiful
than my body,to have in your fingers
(trembling ever so little)?
your eyes Nothing,i said,except the
air of spring smelling of never and forever.
....and through the lattice which moved as
if a hand is touched by a
moved as though
fingers touch a girl's
Do you believe in always,the wind
said to the rain
I am too busy with
my flowers to believe,the rain answered
you said Is (III) - e.e. cummings
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
The Infinite Exodus
Prismacolor art marker & micron pen on dove gray cardstock
And as for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs
And sit alone and wonder...
It feels exactly like how I felt when I graduated from high school.
The most awfully sad songs getting me through my days as I wonder...
What am I doing? How am I doing?
Shameless, I know... I love my Coldplay, Dashboard, Death Cab...
25 miles roundtrip
I've driven back and forth, left and right, up and down this place
Had to get gas three times in the past month... but I don't mind.
These are gloomy days
I sit and stare at the purple sky and rub away the goosebumps on my legs.
They always come back anyhow.