A Trip, A City, Some Thoughts part 1 of 2

I generally post without much thought as to the needs of the viewer. Indeed, I often think contemplating your audience too much affects an art form in a negative way. It's the reason I prefer candid portraiture the large majority of the time. It removes artifice. All this said, while on a trip to Los Angeles over the last week I had the thought that...

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Missoula Super Position

This week three of us drove to Missoula to see P.O.S. play at Monks. I didn't take photos of the show. I took photos of us, and the city. I miss a quark And my dark parts wish I didn'tShe called me buster and gutted me at the finishAnd then it ended-Only clean break ever and I love her more now prolly cuz of thatIn the blackI miss a writerWho...

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Rust and Stardust

Officer, officer, there they go-- In the rain, where that lighted store is! And her socks are white, and I love her so, And her name is Haze, Dolores. Officer, officer, there they are-- Dolores Haze and her lover! Whip out your gun and follow that car. Now tumble out and take cover. Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze. Her dream-gray gaze never flinches. Ninety...

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Inside Stone

Go inside a stone That would be my way. Let somebody else become a dove Or gnash with a tiger’s tooth. I am happy to be a stone. From the outside the stone is a riddle: No one knows how to answer it. Yet within, it must be cool and quiet Even though a cow steps on it full weight, Even though a child throws it in a river, The stone sinks, slow, unperturbed To...

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More Teeth Than Eyes

We stepped into a corner store. To escape a wind chill with more teeth than we had eyes. Walking through the aisles Picking out tall boys of malt liquor to keep our flesh warm Wilson Phillips through a blown out speaker Just open your heart and mind Is it really fair for feel this way Inside. Inside. Inside A neon lit store, day old chicken fingers...

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