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

1 comment:

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)