“Nothing is Easier Than…”

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Abstract, Abstract Photography, Black and White, Crime, Dark, Experiemental, Literature Quotes, Odd, Pain, Photography, Quotes, Skull, Thoughts

“Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea”
– Dylan Thomas

“Nothing is easier than to denounce the evildoer; nothing is more difficult than to understand him.”
– Fyodor Dostoevsky

“I pulled out the letter. It was a receipt for putting my little dog to sleep. When I realized what they’d done, I think I screamed…I believe that this was the moment the world lost me, for pain quickly turned to fury.”
– Edward Bunker, Education of a Felon

“Winter was gray and mean upon the city and every night was a package of cold bleak hours, like the hours in a cell that had no door.”
– David Goodis, Of Tender Sin

“I have always imagined that paradise will be a kind of library.”
-Jorge Luis Borges

Into Bloodless Blooms

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Colour, Dark, Floral, Florida, Nature, Nikon, Photography, Poetry

A splinter of sun

Bores deep into

A clustered column

Of bloodless blooms

Like a spinal tap

Opioid Blizzard

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Abstract, Black and White, Childhood, Dark, Entropy, Neglect, Photography, Poetry, Rain

Creeping grey shadows-
The young evening rain-
Spindling down ridges
Of a blue landscape
Jagged spine rising
With thin crimson veins
Bound about this face
So stumbling inert
Quashed and well-erased
Thoughts, like sooty stains,
Squelched, livid between
These muddy fingers
Groping through the gap-
Opiod Blizzard

Droll and frenzied cries
Waft up from below
As the metal groans
Deft feet kicking
Minims ricocheted
Her soft infant face
Punched with eyes of stone
Hands red and rusting
In this place, her home,
Wet, bent and ugly
A one-swing grace-land
In a pebble sea
Pendulous laughter
Like sugar in rain
Dissolving slowly

Muculent trenches
The buckling of time
Her maimed childhood
A mute, mewling cry
In the yard below
Her timid summons
A wind- brushed, hollow
Drowned at the window
Never leaking through-
Paternal instinct
Escaping through gleet
Glinting on grey toes
Razored knees, limp eyes
Fixed on the canvas
Of barren ceiling
So stoic, above-
Restive memory
Cryogenic now
Such impotent Love
And nothing beyond-

Sagging plastered sky
And a muffled sound
Perhaps a housefly
At the window
Has come ’round

Pothered in Fists of Cloud

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Black and White, Cat, Dark, Experimental, Nature, Odd, Photography, Poetry, Portrait, Processing, Thoughts

Disdain

Pothered in

Fists of cloud

Slippery rain

With

Ashen light

Sliding off the

Rims of ripplesTwigs snapping

Louder than thunder

Creosote eyes

Wearing the storm

Cinder breath

Pawing through

Living yarnA cat chasing a mole

 

This Sky Shan’t Inherit any Stars Tonight

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Abstract, Black and White, Dark, Film, Ingmar Bergman, Lights, Neon, Night Photography, Noir, Photography, Quotes, Red, Thoughts

“You know, I’d almost forgotten what your eyes looked like. Still the same. Pissholes in the snow.”
– From the film “Get Carter”

“See the smoke trembling under the roof as if with fright? Yet when it gets out in the air, it has the whole sky to swirl about in. But it doesn’t know that, so it huddles and trembles in the soot under the roof. It’s the same with people. They quiver like a leaf in the storm, afraid of what they know and what they don’t know.”
– From the film “The Virgin Spring” (“Jungfrukällan”)

Hamburger Knees

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Addiction, Black and White, Dark, Experimental, Experimental Photography, Facial Expression, Grainy, Night Photography, Noir, Poetry, Rain, Shadow

Smoky rain snivels through hacking breeze

Neat tidy mind savagely tangled

Wrangled, scraping-bleak, sliding off Speed

Man crumpled on two hamburger knees

Dusty eyes the green of dying leaves

Brain’s Fumigation

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Art, Chaos, Comic Book Art, Dark, Drawing, Experimental, Ink, Line Art, Noir, Poetry, Silly, Sketch, Strange, Thoughts, Urban

Pluvial wreckage-

The Hurried moored in Silence-

Sun flickers through Rain

Below, moldered gloom

Marching of Morning’s commute

Resounding above

Sound of sniffles in the sewer-

Brain’s fumigation

Iodine Sun (The Last Geo-Engineer)

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Black and White, Dark, Drear, Fall, Gossamer, Light and Shadow, Nature, Photograph, Prose, Stark, Sunlight, Web, Woods

Iodine sun seeps through the gauze of sulfuric cloud, atmosphere smothered as sunset swims on still pools of flaming auburn. Dead leaves swirl at the surface. Staggering, spilling, fisticuffing with the twisting branches that grasp and clutch, I toss into the prickly, stinging copse of thorns and splinters. There, at last, I find stillness, inhaling the heady scent of decay, visage buried in debris, listening to the writhing of beetles and centipedes beneath.

As a species decants into the Night, there may linger a faded imprint, but Nature utilizes and swiftly forgets her creatures lost- she knows no mourning as a comet smears the evening sky, unseen, and a last breath escapes with a silent wheeze.

Permafrost Voice

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Caged, Cruel, Dark, Despair, Mannequin, Night Photography, Poetry, Sarcasm, Window Display

A permafrost voice that clicks right into place-

A sundering return, with flashy indifference,

“I can open the door myself!” “No receipt!”

(fuck you, fuck you all…I’m as hard as fuck).

Cruelty is a fashion, like cigarettes or checkered socks.

How fragile and vulnerable you seem to me,

Animal seized behind those gelid metal bars.

Once, you knew of oneric hopes and vital energy,

How to grasp for the heavens and pull down the clouds.

Once you knew…now trapped somewhere inside, it screams,

And I can still hear it through that gun-metal-cocking voice,

An affecting cry so smothered and criminally unheard by most-

Like the brushing sound of a seedling as it pushes through the soil.