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A Polaroid collage constructed & assembled with attention to detail and patience for the 'UPSIDE DOWN CONTEST'in care of and representing fairly and most appropriately near the red barn down by the valley along the banks of the last lagoon allowed by the SixbySix Group.
Simple as that and more.
Undisturbed and guaranteed to not fade in a French mile.
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Great work, beautiful gallery, congratulations my dear friend ......
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ohh great title for a great collage piece.
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it fits well does it not?
the darkness is the lead to the light
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it does fit well. great work
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i'll work on the 6th Sign
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lounge lizard bathing in a pond with gold fish ignoring the time
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and the golliwog squirming through the hesitancy of distance
watching the river overflow it's banks
and the setting sun burn red orange into oblivion's breast
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tiled walls
recessed
claws reaching for escape
shed skin
a lizards back
safely hid in
iridescent lagoon
serpents jaw
sniffs and time
stands vaulted
in beats time five
lava tear drops
blue --indigo -blue
circa 1967
'red light
green light
one two three...'
spinning poles
long now gone.
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cracked ancient mortar
held over hot
nails of freedom
she boated along
in her tiny skiff
fur jacket
on a slice of pizza
new york style,
Spanish pool
filled with blood,
standard notes
where she let her go
by the remains
of her sacred memory,
calling while she was there
no signs of trouble
just the twisted metal relics
of an ancient city
under a mound of ash.
no chance for escape now
her ship came in
held together by gold dust
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...blown in with the currents of Andrew
said ship had no chance but to linger on the fragmented
crumbs of collapsed dreams --or were they vacated memories
riding the waves of a vortex nothing was certain.
except pizza sliced thick-- or thin--depending on the
or the avenue --
mom and pops dough cashed in for corporate enterprises...
words too big for the average joe--even a cup couldn't be obtained he cried...'can anybody spare 5 bucks for a hot cup of java this cold dark night?'
though homeless he liked to maintain his high cost of living.
a secret he shared with his cardboard mansion.
'but we were talking about ships',he said.
'huh?'
said subject who habituated the ruins of nostalgic wanton ventures---gazed dumbfounded into the eyes of another...
was this a senior moment...?
dementia?
or a dream?
eh---it mattered not --five more minutes to dream time.
where escape was always possible.
and her loss was not the flotsam of another...
nor where the jetsam she opted to part with ---sailed-
unto into that far away horizon...where gold dust remnants rest.
*
she stood the test of fire
and found true gold.
*
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the trees torn up
splintered and toothpick size,
lines of electricity spread out like spaghetti,
the doughnut shop at the end of the block
was the only place that had lights
so everyone was there
eating donuts and drinking coffee,
time passed slow
the lights finally came back on by dusk
by then donuts were all gone
fresh ones were in the oven
as everyone wandered out onto the sidewalk,
the street lights dimmed
as the garbage tracks came from around the corner
to pick up the huge dumpsters lined up
in the alleys behind the storefronts,
the trolley's rolled by
clickity clacking
and the birds in the trees flew off
one after another in a huge stream
all in one dusty cloud of starlings
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It seemed we were all connected by sugar and spice and everything nice. much was gone. Saturated with the raw sewage ----our most precious possessions now turned nasty.
there was no time for sentiment--as the waters began to rise. Even the silly dreams that allowed some to pass the night now pricked our senses into a heighten state of awareness.
That investment that took all our life savings--and failed--eh--meant nothing. We stood on the rooftop--hinged barely to the left side wall--awaiting the distant oasis.
the distance was good--it forced us to make deep seated assessments of what was important. all that was petty--all that was disruptive --all that was material--was not included.
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The child twirled on the counter stool --taken in by the communal hope that enveloped our little hub.
We'd taken this shop for granted when the opened the latest Starbucks Franchise. Mom and pops been working faithfully from 4:30- 5pm for the past 50 years. 'Down home delights'--meant nothing to us as we pasted on route to the dives that glittered--mainstream.
We were ignorance then.
she'd forgotten the tears that lasted for several hours of the noirish nihilistic pitch black of a night. we'd hear shuffling out there--which to her materialized the boogie man that usually hid in the closet and under her bed.
She'd reach out for comfort --both parents to occupied trying to keep the faulty hinges holding their foundation together from collapsing.
"sTay put.' he demanded...wanting to run into strong arms for shelter. Of course--little minds don't perceive reality beyond a two foot radius.
She closed her eyes --but that only led to horrific visions --nightmares that were not Stallions.
So she kept then open...which was like keeping them closed.
*
Boston cream donut.
large black coffee--
cruller with a regular coffee
jelly donut with hot chocolate.
*
while twirling the garments of all gave the impression of a colour wheel she use to spin when her parents took her to the carnival.
It had been years she dared to turn herself around -like a child.
Watching Sofie and her gleeful smile enraptured by such a simple pleasure--compelled her to emulate.
Concerns of what others would think--'WHO CARES!'
She was alive...
she'd not tasted a boston cream so fresh so perfect --so right on with the sugar content in so long.
Last she recalled the chocolate glaze was some cheap chemically flavored crap...
this was pure dark chocolate--bittersweet! Yes--a perfect balance to the sweet cream similar to what she tasted in the finest of French Patisserie in France.
They'd lost tract of time--they had not noticed the stream of folks slowly passing out side the glass windows that divided us from them.
There should not be any distinctions...not now...
There were no donuts left--thought the aroma coming from the kitchen will prove otherwise in about half an hour.
we were fortified --no need to linger.
upon opening the door that lead us back into the 'zone' --we were at first disorientated.
funny how we can escape trauma via isolation.
but--this town needed us...as little as our hands can do--it was something.
overhead---she took notice of the birds agitations.
they know--these creatures.
they always perceive danger --thats why they stick to their flocks.
they seemed to be circling more the usual--
it was not until she noticed the absence of trees to perch upon that she realized--
not even wings can protect us --
some times...
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connected by the five signs of the cross, the altar, the bed, the bar and the table
laid out like a new years eve ham
garlands light the night
as they all go to Mexico
HNY2000Eleven
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