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, August 01, 2006

For Yeats

August's end we meet

on road in woods

berry ripe; so heavy

trees threaten

to skin themselves.

Air sweats, sky drags

around our heads.

Lives shift, turning over

on full stomachs.

Even the road moves--

on fat worms,

one layer on all the others,

moving.

We are thick with silence.

Summer tongues

ready to fall,

words purpled for picking.

A chainsaw wails across miles.

Whatever limb severed

crashes hard on all the years

and makes no noise.

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