Amie Winters
I am a circus
a parade of chaotic and lucid presentations
that enchances the eyes
I am a body of deception
a time bomb of mystique and torture
waiting to implode
I am a cemetery of forgotten memories
embedded with biomechanical noise
I am an intoxication not forgotten
I am the purple dots inside my closed eyelids
that chase the blackness
into an abyss of conception
I work for steel implants
and rotten sound,
for I am the treasure
I fantasize about.
Box Bridge
Jeff Crouch