Naked Demo

Naked Demo

 
The bare wall of a subway station and a set of stairs leading down. (in black and white)
Underground, what is there to look at: / dirt, cracks, lechers? // The only colors / pop like a pimp's suspenders / from salivating posters.
A row of subway commuters, from an angle slightly above their heads (in black and white)
A wooden structure surrounding a tree (in black and white)
Waiting for the L: / tallboys, pocket knives. // Like coroners, / we outline / poster-children, / orphan them.
A subway platform, with a moving train (in black and white)
A chainlink fence, covered by a tarp; above it in the top third of the frame, two trees and buildings (in black and white)
Three shots of blank walls of subway tile.
My last pair of roommates watched so many French movies online / that the popups on my browser learned French. // The internet became a foreign avenue lined with inscrutable sandwich boards. // I searched every red-lit site with touristic voyeurism, / seeing only whatever I came to see
View of an empty street and sidewalk, lined with parked cars and trucks, a lone tree, and, in the distance, buildings.
A distorted view of a subway wall.
A cobbled london alley, / a dozing cart of books, / ten pounds of poetry. // Hidden like termite tracks / inside the mâché binding: / classifieds, two centuries late.
My father and I play a game when we watch TV. / We guess whom the network thinks we are. // Sometimes we are alcoholic bachelors / trying to quit smoking. // Most of the time, / we are professional, menstruating mothers.
A young girl sits next to a closed door, body turned away from the camera but face gazing toward it (in black and white).
 
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