Wed.1.29.4:44
I
drag cigarettes like machine guns smoke air
with
empty cartridges leading lead to fillings
sacks
of water, blood, sugar, sunlight—
a
shape seen from beneath, gleaned from reflection
off
the water-gasoline sheen—succumbing to the
twisted
oily nature now known as “human nature”.
I think I photographed this guy while he was working on a curb in Portland. He's a striking fellow.
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