The Artist’s Demise: New World Orders for a Creative Being

Untitled Transformative   Delirium, mid-afternoon: laughing vase, dead flowers, empty seats, neutral walls.   Pictures on my lap on the ground books.   Chopsticks again, tonight…   Blanket on the desk. Washing paper containers. Recycle the following day…   Thoughts on the take-out napkin. Bills; rotting hope. Carried in, carried out.   Crates […]

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