two golden boys color my snowman yellow |
below dock |
hear that clear trill? |
come down here, the ice is fine. |
copp and prince at play. |
copp and big red hose. |
hollow tree. |
don't hurt me. |
fairy tale. |
cracks are appearing and falling in place |
forebearance. |
grey antlers. |
heartstill. |
crush. |
in shadow root ball. |
lounge lagoon. |
marked snowman. |
snowman remarks. |
the tale is layered. |
my strong resilient beautiful boy. |
sometimes i feel there's no home on earth anymore. |
and no one calling me. |
only he wouldn't be better off without me. |
passion control. |
peace lagoon. this is what we'll miss. |
as soon as you make a snow man, no matter how humble and diminutive, the dogs will come. |
wild tiny ponies. |
what to do inside a tree. |
prince graffities my snowman and runs like crazy. |
the princely little snow man. |
little seed melts a hollow home in snow on the southern lagoon. |
sunken pier |
the only permanence left |
tracking ghosts |
walk in white silence beyond the sound of saws |
when i see humans sadly i see only destruction. behind them i see the naked emperor acting his clothes. |
you'll find me here. |
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