I Was a Teenage Sketchbook

The sensual, the surreal, the beauty we overlook on a daily basis, the dark urges, the exotic escapes; words and images by American artist, John Goss.

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John Goss was born in Santa Cindy and was raised and lives in Asia/Pacific. Learn more about John at Siamorama

Sunday, July 02, 2006

The Airship

To make believe
and play that image once again,
as real as a stereoscope card:

The man waits foreverin Ezbekiyeh Gardens in Cairo,
in the same heat,
the same natty suit and knickers.
The same sun
shines on the royal palms--anchors,
stone-heavy mooring masts,
lotus pillars sunk in grass.

The same man waits there.
He looks our way,
sweat beading under his hat brim,
cane supporting himstraight as the trees,
waiting to sight the horizon,
to hear the buzz of flies become a roar.

The man waits forever--
waits for the shadow to reach his feet,
waits for the grey point to block the sun,
waits for the rush of shade.

To play the image once again:
he waits for its approach,
its humming engines
and silver belly stretched against the land.

Half way around the Earth from where I am,
oxen chatter by their wells.


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