bottle cap feeling natural and universal, no nearer death than usual, a bubble of excitement stood before the shining challenge. Never again would it be the first time; to no other lips could the first kiss be given. Already, unconsciously, the process of experience had begun, grooving the mind for comparison, memories, disillusionments. But, as he lifted his head, he be- lieved that this love would last forever and that it would beget love. a detached part of his mind, asked, "What are you looking for?" "I forget." he answered drink this, feel that It was like kissing a silver-topped flower. the light bloomed on their faces seeped down into their spirits and dropped into the streets, with choking haste into a fugitive stomach, fattening the ills of mankind. overcome by a case of genuine affection |
oil, collage on mounted photo, 20" x 28"
JAMES W JOHNSON