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.


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