I've decided to turn my website into a poem.
after looking at a few artist websites,
I've thought to start fresh, just with text this time.
and after a few more websites,
I began to change mine, to try and show who I am.
because after all, the site is my name.
website may not be mobile-friendly
only yesterday or yesterday once more?
I miss my old website.
how it used to be
with pictures and sound.
but after looking around, I thought maybe I could offer a break.
but the cat walks along the pizza clock blinded by the sun reflecting off a water bottle
here's a chair, are we infirm yet?
what if the site was interactive, where you could drag an image above or below a line.
the space in between each line, the space where I imagine.
who is the audience
late at night you
are making something
this is crazy
you think to
come back with
now what do you see
I see passageways in the dark
up there, there could be more
around them. surrounded by
black light, bits of yellow still
above from the window's view
the space where I imagine your website. where it is you.
if possible, underwater photography could be of use.
if it's impossible, we can get a professional.
and if it's on the news, what do we do?
rolling on the hardwood
foam roller under the
belly of the world
stacked bricks curve
like a bedsheet draped
to create the fortress sun
shines through it for a bit
two sets of sunglasses worn
to take pictures of a crowd
taking pictures of a house
with a billowing cloud setting
over the horizon behind the building
set to explode with glare
while the scent of lavender travels
in air brings you tears if
shutters creating a puff
for the cat to play
with blinking light
after talking to my family on the phone,
I fell fast asleep for long.
what if I've made a mistake,