

Tunnel VisionI’ve got a penchant for scripting it all out. An undeliverable mess of undesirable doubt. Under my tires are miles of dissention laced with hours of invention. Hours of the freshest ideas that may have brought you closer. But these tires have crossed mud and sand and drowsy swerves. And they still know nothing of any script wrought by weakening nerve. Passing thousands of lines, thousands of times. They’ve become razors, making a perforated interstate. Newly cut roadbed slicing from your door to my freshly cleaned slate. My side, the fringe left on spiral. Your side, clean white ruleTunnel Vision


D.S. Al FineIt started with a smile and some quick witted quips. Since, an hour has not passed sans your impression. I came to know nothing of my past. And nothing of yours. I came to ask for the truth. And it was brutally let loose. Damn the liquor filled lover. And damn the spirits for blowing my cover. I don’t apologize for this. This confession of a badly drawn beginning And its tragically perfect ending. If there is an apology It’s regarding my declining Of fifteen minutes exploring your smile’s soft outer lining.D.S. Al Fine


ScreamOnce again, I find myself in the oblivion of forgetting to take a deep breath One inhalation for every stroke Every fallen blow I scramble up the steep slopes of this pit with collapsed lungs Punctured by ribs that curled inward from lack of proper care I breathe and stab westward I breathe and beads of sweat trickle into streams of consciousness Breathless photographs catch the drip off my chin And I can picture myself turning red like stressed pronouns on French homework As I claw through mudslides of disintegrated interest It's an upstream, uphill battle I scream like raindrScream
Circle of Life
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Kim Nørgaard
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play!
and yes, love burns!
random visit,
very nice gallery .. great shots you have ..
keep up the great work
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