Hazy Acres: The Creative Practice of Ryan Boos

Having a feeling 

Flopping the arms

A dagger in the streets

Fluidity 

Enough of this language 

No words 

Absolute 

Fall on the concrete 

Next to a plastic 

It attaches

Now what are you 

Wearing cool things 

Looking perfect 

This moment 

Is yours

Nah

Losing it 

Strangers watch you there

Must be a homeless

Something or other

These wicked wonders

Dazzling in the park 

Magical dangling things 

All around 

Limbs 

Dollar blowing in the wind 

On jute

From a workshop 

They never left 

Bark on the ground 

Your chew on it 

No mistake reaches the sky 

Its succumbs to gravity 

Always

Visiting yourself

This moment 

As we rise

To meet it all 

One moment at a time 

The steps

In steps 

I am a step 

In your life 

Splitting in a glue 

Lasting forever 

Majestic mystic 

While you dance with strangers

Under a moon

Someone handed you 

While laying on the street

Look up 

You are the clouds 

Face