happy new year!
snow in ny
me myself one body
seldom puffy
smoke all around.
today i cut my hair,
short beard
aging face
of a japanese singer.
bleached white winter
enough to cry three times a day
before breakfast
at lunch
ten to dinner.
ding dong
here another stop
counting down
climbing up
tempus venit
as y stay still.
not god
but photography killed me
unfinished businesses of black
and white
and all colored.
lovely hunting
of istanbul
and tel aviv
vividly magical touch
of catastrophy
wherever- i go -wherever.
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