street style, Esther Quek, Milan
GARRETT LEIGHT CALIFORNIA OPTICAL
A poem for Earth Day:
BILL BERKSONAs cicadas split hairs at sunset skidmarks reel off frilly increments lifting on high the clear carnal sea Pure Saturnalia––be captivated if you can with that approximate yearning for borders like when you first heard the music whispered low What it was was Sprechstimme echo of life’s primordial Kunstwollen blank check of the air I always thought a tree house was involved the secret loves of a chainlink fence you stand mesmerized while the beholders scatter their potshots getting cozier on the last meteor out Ancestral faces hang on the old oak tree of a cloud time out of reach for the main complaint omit the wake-up stifle any kindred sense of smell A film is gathering of exceedingly correct proportions to puncture maybe tumble into not even once
Late but I love my city !