The Beach Gallery 7

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Over-Exposure...from Jen (thank you!) Timid love-affair, A kind of liquid blue reality Swept tropical By the rhythm Of your tattooed- Reggae heartbeat. Kinky lust-affair, A kind of liquid red falsity Swept clammy By the gale Of your anemically- Gospel heartbeat. Two breeds In a hurricane. Spinning away- Swimming to the flash Of your photograph. A sort of crooked discord. Neither glossy nor matte. Baby, Can you maybe Cut the friction on a black and white? OVER- Exposed, Over- EXPOSED Used and de-clothed With the Antique- Photographer’s effect. Time not treasured, Time not adored. Caught in your snap, Dolphin in a tuna-trap. How deep can you lacerate? A kind of liquid blue reality OVER- Exposed, Over- EXPOSED A kind of liquid red falsity How much can I cauterize? So lonely in your misprint Red-eyed and halo- Marred. Somehow, I was falling. Falling to conception, And waking to the misery. You never believe when it happens You never want to exhibit his – Artwork. He never wants to apologize He never believes in her- Poetry. No airbrush can emancipate My infrared. So- Baby, Can you maybe Burn the negative?