think into a scene from Cabaret a two-bit player pulling once pulling twice with strings attached becomes the evil thrice and eyes of dolls those socio paths rise; nothing’s there until a pill in ny becomes rather nice with hunky boys their eyes that glisten a polaroid smile is all that’s missin’ in this lesson so [she] implants herself on top of glory and she’ll ride the train – hey, what’s the worry? the station master calls from the track: “you’re not in harm’s way until overtaken by god’s own fury” as engines roar for hours more in time mistaken by a thief while the devil waits content as sutro’s height started shaking until pause stood there patiently waiting: becomes relief – look back and see it was always coming at you: every second passing risked for money? even smiling, nothing’s going to matter when the film is cut in pieces and on the floor (they’ll crawl!) a word too is cut in observation watched before.

@09/23/2013 by KPW


About KatherinePopeWolcott

currently compiling thoughts/writings -- notebooks full, pulled apart and put back together and then something new, and here it all comes. two books being finished in the interim. Sometimes really frustrating. I remain with little interest in attempting to learn the "how to" parts of blogging because I'm technically inept, so multiple limitations are always present; just try not to think about... but other creations coming soon -- I think I am able to scan/pdf; what I am currently working on (paintings and photos and painted photos) once finished; or get someone else to do it for me.
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