The air breathes foul in fog
As ,
they flocked with fleeting
extensions
of wanna be arms
The UFO'ed
realizations
had borders bleached
by
sun in tide's time
You find eyes
staring
into iota's intensity
you . . .
thought tepid in turmoil
Transient in permanence
bleeding
to the knife's known edge
emotionless
in the apartment's aperture
Drift away in the sadness of
Diane Arbus
whose facts flee from
fiction
"My favorite thing is to go where I've never been "
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 12:57 AM UTC
The air breathes foul in fog
As ,
they flocked with fleeting
extensions
of wanna be arms
The UFO'ed
realizations
had borders bleached
by
sun in tide's time
You find eyes
staring
into iota's intensity
you . . .
thought tepid in turmoil
Transient in permanence
bleeding
to the knife's known edge
emotionless
in the apartment's aperture
Drift away in the sadness of
Diane Arbus
whose facts flee from
fiction
"My favorite thing is to go where I've never been "
Diane Arbus died of a barbituate overdose at the age of 48 in 1971 fully dressed in a bathtub of water , knowing her death would be recorded in film and would be as bazaar as the pictures she took in real life.
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