Joseph M. Gerace

page after page plateafter plate it is obviousto one willing to studythere are no straight lines. young queen victoriatightens her pelvic muscleswith temperate purpose eliminates the last remainingvertical slash. i’ve tipped the begging dogvictoria’s cocksure grip on graphitethe trumpet-like moon the hat impliesbehind the nightly swirl of trees. i see watercolor for the first timedo…

i must be unafraidnoti must be bravea handwritten list, graphite experiencesdry sketches, without love and attention will i dismiss their power? panicked gasps pass my lips, but salt water burnsa gash from my nostrils, looking out toward the sandsurviving sunbathers and settling, hungry seagulls. self-pity; stretching and sated; energy depleted by noonmemory a once-rich ruby…

i trust that sandsettles where it mustand waves will lureshells and lustback into the sea.

Hips.Lips.I’m Lost.Here.It can’t Last. Lips.I’m Lost.Here.It can’t Last.Hips. I’m Lost.Here.It can’t Last.Hips.Lips. Here.It can’t Last.Hips.Lips.I’m Lost. It can’t Last.Hips.Lips.I’m Lost.Here.

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> there is nothing to compare to their starenot hiding your small gold watchon my wristhoping they noticebecausefaces are meaningless and emptythe feedback loop is particularly important and I draw their attention up towards it with a nod to the drummerthe band settles beneath the noise& the lights go zerothere is stillness and nothingcan compare…

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