Wednesday, August 27, 2014

misheard lyrics

rosary beads
fell from
the sky at dawn
say its raining

shadows line
the streets
packing umbrellas
see gates open

jetpack out
the braves
don't forget
their cats

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

8 lines

The way they express gratitude:
"Thank you for holding the door open for me."
But I wasn't going that way.

Standing outside, but only standing.

"I'll make you an offer you can't refuse."
This is going nowhere.

It is collage of references tacked onto a portrait.
A world to see a mosaic through.