Wednesday, February 18, 2015

3 Views of Croatan

The dates are in the top left corner. Spooky feelings, knowing we're in there - somehow still in there, as if space were time, and in the place called 2007, Conor and Donald are eating bagels and watching the mist on the lake, while a strange car, unbeknownst to them, drives quietly down the road taking pictures. 




Saturday, February 14, 2015

Your Mouth Is a Cup


Your lap is a plate,
Your mouth is a cup,
Your finger's a spoon,
I'm not making this up.

Your wrist is a napkin,
Your butt is a chair,
Your skin is a jacket,
Your hat is your hair.

Your shoulder's a pad,
Your knee is a pew,
Your neck is a necklace,
Your feet are your shoes.

Your elbow's an armrest,
Your tooth is a blade,
Your finger's a pencil,
Your hand is a spade.

Your chest is a nightstand,
Your back is a bed,
Your blood is a blanket,
Your pillow's a head.

Your mouth is a speaker,
Your ear is a mic,
Your molar's a blender,
Your leg is a bike.


Your eye is a camera,
Your mind is a room
Your bones are a coffin
A body - a tomb.