Sunday, May 22, 2011

The Wig Master

You don't think of me often these days
but when you do it's of me looking for you on the ship, 
top deck, just calling your name,
coughing up flames, 
placing blame on a silhouette, 
that sings in the distance. 
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Did I get caught by some kid
missing you by a hair with a slingshot I did
no thing, not the plane, delayed at take off 
it had your face, frantic, printed on the wings, 
and when this plane crashes into the Atlantic,
will I eat the paint off before it sinks? 

2 comments:

  1. the photographs are amazing, so strong. who are they by?

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  2. I honestly can't remember which is a shame, because I love his/her work as well. So lovely!

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