on thinking of the future and what is to come,
we must look at our past self ;;
non-objectively and
not self depreciating-ly
and
don't get lost, my little lambs
for the past has pockets,
deep pockets
filled with holy and
unnatural things
so, my dears,
it's time to clear out the cobwebs,
blasts from past,
things i don't remember
and things i can't forget
monoprint on paper
i love collage and assemblage,
i made this shadow box with bullets shells i found and my ex-boyfriends hair
i sold it to a stranger.
its weird that a stranger has my ex-boyfriends hair.
but, hey,
at least i'm not responsible for any voodoo
that may or may not occur
collage on metal
you paused to move
your hair out of your face,
I sighed as long as the rain storm
and you went
you went so well.
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blood of a poet, tears of a clown
