Catch and release Con/Jur/d, 7/20/2022 Unpublished fragments fall like ashes Or as you would say Note it and move on She said From over here after all these years the same place you and I have always been before you go you’ll release it all falling back to the ground like snowflakes or ashes
I am for the art of slightly rotten funeral flowers, hung bloody rabbits and wrinkly yellow chickens, bass drums and tambourines, and plastic phonographs.
I am for the art of abandoned boxes, tied like pharaohs. I am for an art of water tanks and speeding clouds and flapping shades
gate(less) — The Art of Synchronicity