the sky is falling.
29Mar09
We are warm. We are cold. We are strangely secure.
Sound. Horrible sound.
Spell us out.
Bring us out.
Sound. Horrible sound.
Spell us out.
Bring us out.
Streetwise.
Arrogantly, they sit in a row. Proud, they come in sevens.
They are my childhood. These are our building blocks.
They are a natural disaster.
They are my childhood. These are our building blocks.
They are a natural disaster.
This is our mother. This is our father.
This is our sibling.
Swarmed by technicolor. Bathed in filth. Transferred through fog.
This was our natural disaster.
Fruit. Musical Fruit. Stripped of all its divinity.
One minute here, the next not. Sour. Sweet & Sour.
Strangely original and oddly discerning.
Beautiful and terrible.
One minute here, the next not. Sour. Sweet & Sour.
Strangely original and oddly discerning.
Beautiful and terrible.
They understand me.
They need me. They need me more than I need them.
Without they just collapse. Fall apart. Go brown.
We’re all so tall. And all so proud.
Adjacent and spectacular.
Shimmering. Amoebas.
We wonder where we will be in the morning.
Adjacent and spectacular.
Shimmering. Amoebas.
We wonder where we will be in the morning.
Triangles.
Squares.
Our ancestors would be proud.
Always growing. Always moving.
nigel evan dennis is an artist from chicago creating some simple yet striking illustrations. the little poems accompany as descriptions for his work. something resides after looking at his work, a weird nostaligic hopeful feeling, odd.
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