Tim Barrus, New York Times

https://twitter.com/lukewilliamsxxx/status/1419810615007358976?s=20 It is the sun that drapes the summer. The one we are walking down a path of lush green that will look differently soon enough as you will amble through it shoeing some of the leaves and snow away. How is it that we sexualize the very thing that…

Why Is There a Cougar In the Kitchen

Creativity is to listen to the sound of scratching, and your entire body begins to burn. How to make the complicated simple. It’s important to arrive at the act of explaining, but never explain. Let it speak for itself. Then, walk away. You did it. It’s finished. It’s never finished.…

Tim Barrus, New York Times

Extend the flame. Show up.

Tomas Of Thebes

We have discovered a strange, new species.

Dust Dirt Bikes Small Black Flies Hanging in Heat, the Boys Until the Distance Throws them Through the Windshield. I like it mean and lean.

I Like It Clean and Mean Dust and Dirt Bikes Small Black Flies Hanging in Heat, the Boys Until the Distance Throws Them Through the Windshield Thunders Times Ten.

In And Around Abandoned Cars And Broken Glass And Barefoot

New York Times I like it mean and lean. I am a communist. The problem is Lucidity. The debate on and off, and who won wins a high school D-. So. What. I work with adolescent boys who live with HIV. It’s always in my face. I had this complete…

At First, They Wandered – Homer

“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.”― Albert Camus – again. Whom did the sailors say they were, and how did they land. Beasts from another world, they had slaughtered themselves, playing at…

my ribs break easily so be nice

Lonely As If Kept Enchanted

To Prey Upon. The Something Next. Everytime you open up your hole. Prey Tell. The leaden sky left no room for sun, no room to pretend you lived here, or pretend you lived anywhere. They only murdered Homo sapiens I didn’t like. Someone was following us. I could see it…

ACTING ON YOUR BEST BEHAVIOR

DOLLFACE THERE I SAID IT. It’s evocative. Art is evocative. It reminds you about where we fucking cum from and the gin of it, Babylon. It’s a mess with the future. What’s going on. Gin. Sit down. Dude, don’t do it, I am toxic and dangerous. I said dollface. It…

the woods

Dirt Bike Town

New York Times      Homo sapiens become rich because Homo sapiens are greedy.  Is there anyone on the planet left who does not believe the rich are anything but ordinary. The rich are thieves, and they know it. They will kick your ass if you dare to articulate any ziggy signs…

dancing with memory that holds you down/

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Kansas

The Failure of Seduction

i no longer know what it is they are trying to tell me/ the kid with the moving hands tells me far more about his poverty than his sedution/ i have sent pigeons and far-flung jazz sounds WTKO/ and to hotels where he has stayed/ not unlike his seductions seeping…

YouCannot AlwaysHave AReason

Gold Coins For The Boatman

ArtPhotography: Tim Barrus

more poetry is needed

U Can Write An Entire Sex Scene Just About the Eyes

so this morning, he turns over in his wondering where he is, and just before it all comes back to him, to face me with his bedroom eyes, and i am, as always, taking his photograph/ he rolls his eyes/ he asks if there is anything about me that has…

WHAT DOES THE PHOTOGRAPHER OWE THE DEAD

I have been taking photographs for sixty years. It’s a blur. During that time, some of the people I have taken pictures of have died. Car crashes. Suicide. AIDS. Cancer. Covid. Cardiac arrest. The list goes on. Some of the photographs of these people were taken while they were children.…

Death In School

you flew out of my mouth

you flew out of my mouth and spilled look at mine/ your balls of enamel murdered by the sky, the aegean blue as prison/ when you came apart, it was in threads/ even in the core of any bitter winter, you could sleep through anything/ https://timbarrus.tumblr.com

the legends say

there is always a narrative/ usually one divorced from reality/ stones and bones/ many narratives were created from revenge/ if they say you are a criminal, you are a criminal/ if they say you get fucked in the ass, you get fucked in the ass/ if they make the point…

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…

Dying Alone

his wings in the jagged glass shadows have been clipped hideously/ they say sedation is this empty vacuum where you are not conscious/ this is a lie/ get used to it/ they’re going to lie to you and force feed you murmuring the dark selves songs/ curling discontent, you hear,…