Damn…borrowed my friend’s shirt and got hit by a car. Smacked. Have never had so many varying corporeal-alities all painfully agreeing that something is very wrong. Can barely move my arms, got a black eye, contusions all over the place and gotta go see the cops tomorrow. Meanwhile drugs and poetry: Here’s one I wrote on the road:
This is me pretending to sleep
dodging the precious raincloud shafts of light
with well-placed pillows
She’s opened the curtains again
She, who sits some feet away from me,
applies moisturizer with demure patty-cake slaps,
ignoring the cat
Smoke from a lingering cigarette
gently caresses her unmentionables
hanging from plastic blue clothespins above my head
That always worries me.
Just outside waft in sounds of kids
playing with a volleyball I found in the dumpster
as she sighs and steps over me on the futon,
I have a catlike view of her well-stockinged thighs
and my first thought is to puncture them with my claws
To cling.
To bite.
But I don’t. And she’s gone…
Loving the narrow Japanese roads right about now
I am a documentary and portrait photographer, specializing in a raw approach to shooting everything under the sun. Though I travel abroad often, I am currently based in the Pacific Northwest of the United States, and am available for assignments throughout North America and beyond.
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