The He(art) of Rob Gibsun
each idea is a souvenir from heaven.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
If I draw nothing on paper
but paint memories on the concave walls of my skull
I must be a poet.
If I turn my head 90 degrees to the side
to watch airplanes nosedive through a cerulean sky
I must know it.
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