Hazy Acres: The Creative Practice of Ryan Boos

Would it be better when the lights go out 

Opening eyes in the dark 

Searching through the rubble

Scrolling mind with no phone 

Way before technology 

Not so far back we couldn’t see 

The tree we were underneath 

How it rests and doesn’t rest

Over a collection of time 

This era to that one

Bridge 

Rotting wood

Dirty planks falling below 

Splash in the water

Part of you drifting 

Down the river 

Around the turns 

Up an over 

Floating away toward a bright

Season 

After you’ve had your fun

Mischievously 

Now its all understated 

Walking calming through the heavy inputs 

Someone talks to fill the air 

A piano key repeats 

Smells of old paper 

Chewing sounds 

Doors opening

Closed 

Nervous laughter 

Regular laughter 

Doing a 180 

All the faces are blurry 

But everyone is wearing wings 

High ceilings in here

Whats next