< past the end of things >

[rayheinrich]

   
(Please ignore the day-of-the-dead dog in the sombrero as this image expresses a literal vulgarity that is quite contrary,
not in keeping, and just plain does not correlate in shoe size with the highly sophisticated poem that follows it.)


                          << past the end of things >>

                          consumed and infinite out here
                          and vague
                          and tired
                          and gravel gray
                          a ball
                          is worn
                          a hand
                          is still
                          the grass
                          is dry and crushed
                          and all the photographs
                          face down
                          our dented cans
                          of soup
                          of beer
                          our dusty explanations
                          we're
                          out past the end of things out here

                                    - - -




(Painting is an old watercolor of mine which I scanned and photo-shopped to a fair-thee-well.)

[billy]

i like the painting and the poem.


is dry and crushed
and all the photographs
face down

the mood of the above match the picture perfectly.

[heslopian]

What I've always admired about your poetry is its effortless quality; it's essentially no different in structure to a lot of amateur stuff which lists images to create a cumulative effect, but you somehow make it work while others just bore me. The picture you've added to this is profoundly bleak and depressing, and the poem itself has an equal power. Thank you for the read.