asterix |
he does look sexy in glasses. |
mister and ponette. |
mister helping stock. |
you got my apple, yes? |
dog of heaven on hell pier. |
every where i go there am i humph. |
impromptus |
i will wait forever. |
while it is serendipitous to find intact glasses on the rough shore it would be hubris to insist that they fit. |
i shall cut my savage hair. |
maybe goggles. |
i work from a sense of place. o bleak. |
the inevitable is still unknown. |
ponette is keeping a record too. |
in colors |
exuent |
i'm losing my mind. |
he lost his wildness, he lost his love, he lost his mind in the wilderness of love. |
copp at the candy counter. |
ponette, you're a fine girl, what a good wife you would be, but my life, my love and my lady, is the sea. |
can we, may we, shall we open some produce? |
my other is my only vehicle. |
relevance gets you part way, but you have to run on air. |
pas de deux |
ponette on the end of the world beach. |
chase me, golden boy. |
the secret of seduction. |
sharing a snifter. |
baffle of dune grass. |
ponette peeing. |
for thandie newton- |
thank you for your time, well you've been so much more than kind. |
the difference of indifference is background to form. |
the dream of the running chasm, polarity of running falling on the edge veering either way, at once from childhood. |
wanting, a picture for lack of words. |
wild things are resilient though. |
will it ever be thus |
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