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Reality all sold out Our surrealist dreams will go naked Worth two lines on a postcard ‘Wish you were here’ is the message Lost in a sinking mailbox I’ll empty one more bottle And resend to the sea Photo Hugh Ardoin The Window Dressing Gallery
And the ladies parade undaunted before our gleaming eyes All but naked with small chiffon flags strategically placed Drawing tears of sadness and joy from the corner of our eyes Where their feathery bodies dance for a while before it all goes dry Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2013 Carnival Gallery
The morning fogs dissipate slowly in the morning sun The sheds stand as corrugated as ever in their stark nakedness The bright semis are here to promote the benefits of consumerism They vaunt a fair trade like the monk-soldiers forced their faith on the colonies The dream locks horns with the illusion no more forever […]
The rowdy crowds twist and twerk on the roads Masked and wrapped in their own private colors Naked or halfway through, they forget for this very moment But still remember the very price of freedom and exacting it Photo Hugh Ardoin The GalleriesHalfway naked,
The music rigs inch their way along Chepstow, booming and blaring Frenzied crowds mill around as the showgirls swiftly cut their way They are trailed by a wake of white feathers like stratospheric ships Wearing a few inches of cloth and rivers of rhinestones Like mermaids in this human sea, they will lure the homesick […]