Sunday, October 22, 2006
"I snatch photos, like rain drops, of the visions around me." -an excerpt from Peter Furia's imitation of my blog. It was all in the delivery.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
On a black night
A dark seed sprouted white
Leaving forty feet of jagged metal beams
Winding upwards into every kids bad dreams
And up, half way to the sky
Covered in rust as if to hide
Sat a two ton box
With two little girls inside
And in the darkness they grew strong
And in the darkness they grew tall
And together they shivered in the cold metal walls.
Until one day, a clumsy bird
Off course in its flight
Hit the wall head first, cracked the metal,
And let in the light.
-excerpt from 'Freaks' a poem written by my brother and me.