studio June 22nd

studio with works in progress [continued]

papa's willow still weep
young hearts are all a flutter
on wings of concrete
just like the man in the gutter
come to the width of our circle
stiff-arm your way to the middle

we stand in a circle
we move in a circle
time wounded and ground, psychological bound
hands down
in routine exercise
in constant reverie
in makeshift comfort zones
in nine o'clock meetings


JP said…
One of my favorite Pollard songs. I just Googled the lyrics and your site came up! Hilarious because I love your work and follow you on Instagram and Tumblr. Kindred spirits.

Jon Parker (Cacomixl)