COLLEEN LOUISE BARRY
BOUNDARIES
Do fancy windows make the view more or less beautiful
The shock can come just by looking
Braids in motion
Stunning stupidity
I am trying to be an artist people want to have fun with
The groove is in the heart
The bird is in the hand
Funny how the night moves
You go through a hard time
You emerge into life
Nothing comes clean
You came silent
With your hand in my hair
It makes me happy to know
What your motion says
I have never been in love the way I think I have
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PILSEN
Some people have beautiful things
to make any sentiment valid
I have an inarticulable feeling
riding at the edge
Beauty isn’t the thing about it per se
As the cloud crosses your window
You flatten yourself
against the pane to show me
How I can’t believe you don’t know
A message’s meaning is timing
Stranger pulling on your shirt
touching it around the hem
As I watch only what I love so much
that the love disappears is possible
There is no one else with me
on the dun-color sidewalk
My particular feeling has nothing to do with you
It is more about the window
It is like the frame of the window
I can see you through
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11/8
black cat
black cat
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NEW MONDAY
Is everything natural useful
The cool hawk dies away
Life is about handling slow separation
Mild shadows where the springtime knows
The people on the road are love
They act like it’s no big deal
I hang on at the edges of them by my vision
I offer my body as an excuse
When I get dressed I think about
1. me
2. one other handsome person
Every day it is almost another day
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HISTORIC WINDS
Speed is the mood of time
When the forest is burning
We say The flames are fast
Fanned by the wind while the sun rises
Imagine how a tree feels speed
Now imagine being the tree next to the last tree
that that wildfire licks
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11/11
Sky looks painted
Because I know the word for it
When I feel thinking about you
Is what the sky looks like
Something I don’t know
Without the word for
The way things connect is they fall
Lights are tiny mimetic suns
Moths act like blown-on paper
Once in awhile winter
Living becomes an art
We’re all really lived-in people
Here in America
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2017-2020
Everything I saw was an image I could write
Everything I thought I could see
We continue because we get what we deserve
If it’s a cartoon watch
does it tell cartoon time?
Someone dressed beautifully whispers around a corner
The new year happens in our bleakest month
yet I fear the unknown
and crawl up to it and lift my arms before it
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COLLEEN LOUISE BARRY
Colleen Louise Barry is an artist and writer. She runs the interdisciplinary projects Mount Analogue and Angel Tears.
@colleenlouisebarry / @themountanalogue / @angeltearsforever
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