My Summer in One Photograph

Ashtray-1“the last cigarettes are smoked, the loaves are sliced,
and lest this be taken for wry sorrow,
drown the spider in wine.

you are much more than simply dead:
I am a dish for your ashes,
I am a fist for your vanished air.

the most terrible thing about life
is finding it gone.” – Charles Bukowski


 

Alone with endless summer days wasted

I lay short of breath

while fumes of cigarette smoke

cling to my breath

 

wasted plans needlessly

come to the forth passing each day

hell is alone with a cigarette

on nice summer day 

some random words i threw together to sound like i know how to write poems, i like it though because it sums up everything the picture is meant to mean.. I guess the summer has been like my past few, stranded on my Reservation, Feeling boring and utterly useless. I do have to say that my photography saved me this summer. i feel as though this summer life hasnt completely passed me by this year. i feel even though there was few opportunity to see old friends, have fun, or talk about much; photography has been in the back of my mind eating away at the monotony and disappointment i have felt like this year. i feel like even though i am still alone that i have found a constructive passion to see the world through. Thanks to photography, for pushing me forward. I toast to art, and from there life.  

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