A collection of photos and poems interacting with each other in ways both mysterious and obvious.
controllers
on the tube
this junk itself as
sex
mechanical in the beginning
the illusion
then language
dictates
what we see hear smell
sell shill
sham honor among fools
unbelievable voices
never stopping
will not shut up
authenticating existence -
but whose?
yours? theirs? mine?
you never know what to expect
so locked up, safe in the shadows
without surprise
listening for train whistles
smelling burning leaves
Without time
only frozen moments;
without entropy
there's
nothing.
Copyright © 2018 by Dave Stankowicz for Blackdog Cottage Industries
Please do not reproduce any photographs without permission.
Squawks of hungry birds
echo in the lifeless trees,
gestures of
desperation and
broken promises.
Dreams turn to folly
with the mistaken conviction
that the magic of arrival
does not require
the burden of obligation.
That crazy idea
once there,
but damn,
it’s gone.
On the edge
of other places,
but not
outside them.
Unrecollected,
ill-defined notions,
beyond calculation.
Pesky stings
of unseen penetration;
that’s not really there,
but won’t go away.
Boho Dreams of Space and Time 