Never Without SweatCalme. Suer. Contenance.Douce-amère: l'amour sang-froid.
GerminationI wore white clothing and a brown coatand wandered through gardens.You spent your time there admiring the flowers, and I,admiring you, spent my hours in your vicinityI went broke from spending.I became rooted in the soil of the businessto support myself, and absorbed the earthon which you walkedI grew through my labours,and became that which grew your love.You spent your time with the flowersand meand soon I was rich.You glanced delicate hands across my leaves,caressed my stalks with lusting fingersand pined.You pined for the blossoms of my efforts,(and, my desire, and)and you picked a single flower from the garden.I asked: "Why this one?" You said: "It is the right colour."I asked: "Why now?" You said: "The timing was right."I asked: "Who is it for?" You answered: "It is to be mine."And you led a lily out of the garden,white like the snow and browning around the edges,to t
Naught but Marbles in AshSound the horns.Rattle the tin.
Waiting for the PayoffSweating. Apprehensive. Warrior,anticipating without words.
Photographer's BastionLiving within lenses.Transparencies for defences.
City of Broken FixturesCanal overflowing with love, waste... Difference?