Tag: sculpture

There aren’t many of us left these days
In the end, he kept silent
The mistake would be his, always his
Who was she? Who was that woman?
I wanted to dance, wanted joy and release
Then there were his bad days
You just sit here all day?
Alone in a cozy little place, calm and untroubled
Every object had a story connected to it
The momentary sense of having travelled back in time
There was still sweetness in his eyes
He pushed his face an inch away from mine, “Do you so love me?”
What the hell’s your problem anyway?
I can’t explain what we’re seeing here
Everyone is doing gossip
Ears must be kept clean at all times
He seemed distracted, disoriented, even, but not mad
She viewed them with amusement
I had no particular views on the subject
Attempting to break out of the back yard
I know I’m an outsider, but I’m not an enemy
They were in eternal if silent conversation
It had been a peculiar week
I’m happy to be here with you
And then his gray eyes would drop to her face once more
I won’t let my daughter out these nights
Are you trying to say it’s a pychological problem?
They’re like an old married couple, enit?
Buffalo dung never lands twice on the same mushroom
You’re not surprised to see me, are you?
He did not care about anything that had happened in that place
There was so much I didn’t understand
What exactly do you think you’re doing?
He turned here and there, not knowing what to do
You don’t listen to anything I try to tell you
Even catalog clothing fit him well, a girlfriend had once commented
When I first saw it, I thought it was horrible
I believe I had a normal childhood
And Now for Something Completely Different …
Gone fishing
People either love me or they hate me, or they don’t really care
And your clothes, where are your clothes?
You need to get out there, you need to do something, go somewhere
Don’t be cross. Promise you won’t be cross?
Good art is never explicit enough
I like to think of myself as droll but in an edgy sort of way
‘May I kiss the bride?’ he asked shyly
Now then, mind telling me who you are and what you’re doing here?
When the light expired, they slept
My imagination was just big enough to get me in trouble