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 04, 2006

You Say the Morning Breaks

How has morning ever broken?
Always Time;
incessant,
doggedly chasing the full moon cat.
Nag.

The beast, put to sleep,
heaves up again from the slab,
gnashing and squirming
under dawn's scalpel.

Flesh sloughs from bone.
Night recoils its embrace--
a velvet anemone.

Daybreak's bleached fossil,
dupe to duties of a million years--
birthing and burying
the sludge of stars.

Nemesis
steals me from dreamy coma,
waking to that heavy reproach
that crushes to dust,
to glint in rising columns
as I lie broken.

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