Eye’s on top 7/24/-7/27-09 4:08 PM
I can see now how, I may be escaping the city. Removed words actions that place us back. Understandable imagery visual speech. High school memories carbon copy footprints. Sand stuck between the toes inside the socks. What’s this thing you called a habit. Habitual art form that exceeds past others. Why so blue, you could blame it on the sky. Soaking underneath purple rain drops. Hazy afternoon clouds have all dissipated. The Sun brought light and the sentiment of encouragement. My words are deciphered by eyes in London. Out of the ashes came the phoenix rising in the sky in Ashland. Palm size turtles racing up your arm. Tiny little reptilian smiles in the eyes of the looker. Above the warm receiver lays an energetic man. Her eyes mirroring down through his tired yet powerful body. Talking with big words that barley fit in the vocabulary. Layer upon layer removing old articles of clothes, Gorgeous scene surreal feeling lowering your blocking hand. Only for a moment in such a fast pa...