To Dissolve I would sit at a blue bar in a blue century an empty glass and a reflection a tired tilt of the head - blue for blue’s sake, I would sit there in Spanish Celsius, stuck in a shadow while the woman at my side lets the naked narrow of her back unfold mysteries leans like an invertebrate into the blue, into this lonely, stoic blue we’d sink until all we are is a goddamn hue from 1902, dissolved of the duties of this grayscale reality Tristan Franz Tristan is a writer from Brooklyn, NY. His poetry is driven by the power of place and the human need to explore. He is also inspired by full moons, new languages, human kindness and tacos. You can find his work in a variety of online literary magazines.
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10/31/2019 12:56:23 am
Pablo Picasso was a fabulous artist. This picture and the writting from Tristan is stunning. <a href="https://clippingpathlab.com">clipping path</a>
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Tristan
11/18/2019 12:39:42 pm
Thanks, Wilson. I think most people forget about his non-cubism works. This one really takes me somewhere else.
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6/27/2021 03:36:58 am
Being dissolved from the duties of this gray reality. I wonder how the author felt when it was dissolved, maybe it was a regret, sad thing.
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