Tim Barrus Blog
Posts tagged with Photography
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dark by whose law was unforgiving
i washed your dustboy’s back and your holding up the decapitated dead for everyone to see and we do not care to see it/ your cock caught in a silence of an abandoned emptiness, throwing stones at waves like the Other One of us was not really there/ everyone you…
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Fish Gut
there is no forgiveness in beds of rusted stone/ your flesh and bone and cock and hole incontinent with the despair of desire/ you lived in a coven of us but our eyes had been sewn tight with fish gut/ https://timbarrus.tumblr.com
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For Kirk
i let you make your own films with your blondness spilling out like cum/ my cups completely full/ you and your life from underneath by moonlight sweeps and turns in whispers/ the fragile bed sullen in the tangle of your clothes upon the floor, sleep is an isolated body like…
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they make me give these things titles
everyone on our street stays up late because I have no idea why but the light has vague bits of dreams to it/ the stuff of moons and dust and the disappearing of all the things we have left behind/ https://timbarrus.tumblr.com
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your mouth of rain
we were the dead/ and we would be them, too/ our tongues had been silenced by our shame/ i would trace your face of pain with my finger sweeping down the rest of you like wet leaves i slide it in you knew you knew you knew i would with…
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The First Time I Met Jasha
The first time I met Jasha was in Moscow. I knew right away exactly how talented as a photographer he was. Photography was his life. All my adventures with Jasha were road trips. Moscow to St. Petersburg. Then, later, New York to New Orleans. We were drunk on fun. It…
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kitchenette
brittle things with blood your kitchenette your travels involving multiple parties https://timbarrus.tumblr.com
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Divergent Outcomes
yielding widely diverging outcomes flapping wings and randomness analytical techniques doubling the forecast time proportional uncertainty so much external noise not unlike the supersymmetry or trajectory of being inside him repeating a history of the intuition of periodic orbits scattered infinite-dimensionally points of large arrays whose resonance in fluid motion…
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writing about HIV and being sexually abused
I would liquidate my body But especially my ass That is what he always wanted I had to hold still While my mind screamed Squandering depreciation A pull upon the Pursuit of extortion If I told he would kill me It was not a joke He would kill me At…