kismet.the coutner-collision of praxis and virtue and
you.you, buttoned up
soul waiting by my back door
for the freedom found
in quick tongues
and
theory.
providence placed us here.
Forethought-before I forgot to tell you
of the wind that tasted of
cigar ash and
the sacerdotalism
slapped across my back- an
unwanted burden at
thirteen.
I am bluelung
and sea – salt soaked,
flat lined on the shores
and choking up handfuls of
sand.
Inside of me, there are holy words. I want to brand them on your back , but I love you too much.
This was interesting and cool. The way you used the pictures as a sort of collage was not something I expected from a blog, but it was a really nice way of relating the words of your poem to the images the readers get while reading. I think you should continue this type of thing. The pictures work with the typography as well. Great job:)
I love these photos. The content and colors are nice. I also like the poetry between each photo. Your writing has always interested me, because it can toe the line of cliche but then its so absurd, bizarre, or confusing, that I can only focus on the words—like bluelung. Very nice.
This is really beautiful and I feel the need to reread it, to dig this time, to fully understand. You’re truly a gifted poet.