grass

Alcatraz Prison

Alcatraz Prison

i used to walk
among the towers of glass
nightline sky yellowed
acid mellowed charging the lights
red lights flickering
under doorways
needles injecting holes
the size of universes swallowing us whole
never knowing
the softness
of the grass
swept by a prairie sky
a lazy kite
a lazy smile

she was something i imagined
one fetal curled night

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November 16, 2012
Categories: Loneliness, Love, Street Life . Tags: , , , , , . Author: Gary

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  • Poetry of one. Voices of many

    My work explores the relationship between new class identities and emotional memories.
    With influences as diverse as Blake and Roy Lichtenstein, new combinations are created from both simple and complex meanings.
    Ever since I was a student I have been fascinated by the theoretical limits of the mind. What starts out as vision soon becomes corrupted into a tragedy of greed, leaving only a sense of decadence and the prospect of a new beginning.
    As temporal phenomena become frozen through boundaried and diverse practice, the viewer is left with an impression of the possibilities of our world.

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