The data files corrupt
fast-forward eats the tape
the CD is scratched
from the sky, the sun eventually escapes
time eats the memories
fire burns the photography
supermassive black hole drinks the known universe
the inkwells will dry
keep filling empty pools
spring follows winter fools
All good things eventually collapse
it is in the nature of memory to lapse
24 x 36 mixed media on canvas by Joshua James Collis available at Wolf/Sheep Arthouse email we@wolfsheep.com. The poem is a selection from my new chap book The Book of The Black also available at Wolf/Sheep
24 x 36 mixed media on canvas by Joshua James Collis available at Wolf/Sheep Arthouse email we@wolfsheep.com. The poem is a selection from my new chap book The Book of The Black also available at Wolf/Sheep
The wind shrieks by with a fervour reminiscent
Of a supposed madman coming to terms with society
Striations of clouds running faster than outlaws
After a crime spree
The rain stops temporarily
The drops run off me onto the damp dirty pavement
The clouds part momentarily
And they reveal Orion
The hunter overhead
Perpetually locked in mid-shot
Forever fletched
The hunt will never cull him peace
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