the fate of wishes

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The Body As the Palette

https://tim-barrus.format.com/about But be careful. The human body is as forbidden as it always has been. To articulate it in dance, photography, painting, poetry, film, video, art galleries, the theatre, is to challenge the silence of the status quo of shame. And they will bust your ass for it. 

your tongue

you had been drinking rain and there was weed like an omen inside your mouth

I Steal Their Jeans

i once wanted now, there’s a title/ i once wanted/ to write a book called THE ONES WHO LEFT/ and then, i realized that was all of them and it would be a very long novel walking the dark moors at night with heathcliff and i would have a candle…

The Death Watch & The Desert Poetry

Real Cowboys i could not ride for days like he could my ass my ass my kingdom for an ass https://tim-barrus.format.com/about

shifting differences of breath

the witching hour is when U preserved in amber sleep breathing in your dreams and threads through the sounds of shame swallowing today your children have stones for eyes and suffering cold their fallen snow melts wet upon a witch’s tongue https://tim-barrus.format.com/about

Ships Swift As Thoughts

Behind the Smokescreen

out of all the places you could have flown 2 in order to hide like addiction butcher ciggs are an addiction too you supposedly can see me but I supposedly cannot see you when in fact, it’s the other way around the glasses are from walgreens https://tim-barrus.format.com/about

skid marks

now that dna has shifted will religion follow kinda like skid marks no one thinks so either god will get along in his holy way to the glory holes and shifts again i wore a knife to school packed in my motorcycle boots i would slit a few necks well…

THE AIR AROUND HIM IS STRANGE

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