Downtown Security

On a whimsical lasting embrace, I stand in my own shoes, for once alive and wiggling. Solid is the massive silver lining still present on my mind. I dream about the study of pose. The way the model turns into everything. She explains the photograph in detail her body is the sea of water that flows through from me to you.

My feet hurt so bad from the heels and standing on concrete, telling those who cannot enter to simple not enter.

Void is the mind of the city, bus after bus. Id hop on a plane if I could. The artist whose name is Duane Michal’s I plan to study. His work emblem myself. I feel a connection between us. I want to meet him one day. Not to shake his hand but to hug him for his service in artistic development.