

wrist watch mortalityapproaching me is the morning of a day in which the same the same the samewrist watch mortality
where most are approached by the morning by the by the backside of 6am follows us
but approaching me is the morning of a day in which the same is never quite the same i expect it to be
in hot pursuit i walk the footsteps you left me as if a path to the day i didn't want and now the backside of 6am is following me
short of an atomic bomb nothing embraces the utter lack of emotion the missing devotion to the bump and grind the cranking gears the sig


CaesuraIs the world just getting smaller or has my isle broken off?Caesura
Next year, I'll build one: an isthmus out of mud.


a call to armsWhen I speak, my voice echoes through the walla call to arms
of my skull; there is no
one there to hear the sound.
Each uttered word
reverberates, a
footstep in an empty hall.


ConclusionsSo then,Conclusions
our eyes are streams of light and without refraction;
this life is a sales pitch without a transaction;
nothing is becoming the greatest distraction;
we're finding that living is dying in action.
The parallel within the day we seek or make those we wished to say.


Mirror BreathingWhile I was in the bathroom,Mirror Breathing
I moved toward the mirror, and away from the mirror,
Toward the mirror, and away from the mirror,
and once more,
Toward the mirror, and away from the mirror.
To watch my body\'s upper quarter
Expand and contract,
Expand, and contract
and once more,
Expand and contract.
--
Senior Member | Smurf Master
FAQ #565: You prohibit the submission of 'pornographic imagery'; what do you consider this to be?
--
Gallery Moderator
Fetish|Abstract|Surreal
Previous Page123Next Page