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

Tuesday, July 18, 2006


The reef is dark and crawling.
Few hulls glide this late
in evening--their lights
filter down, a glinting snow,
and streak a wriggling side.

The ocean is a thick wind.
Bones are a brackish rain
when it blows. A lungfull
is the sailors' oldest song.

My shell is sunk,
a briny dissolution.
Hands reach, fingers drag
my surface, their waves
just a fine trembling.


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