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

Wednesday, September 20, 2006


You are the kindest creature! Cradled

you will not let me see the eye

that's skipped a season, frosting.

All my dreams are clogged there, dull

dish of milk. The sallow moon locked

in cycle, dead ash of numbers.

All my wishes whisper to a fizzle

you hear as animal sound. Indistinguishable.

"Hope" as foreign to you as "death."

One early ripening. Alert to life

you purr, part of you gone to winter.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Holy Art School Doodle, Batman! #3