This is my studio for exploring my work. Consider these drafts.

She's her own sad blues bar

We arm-wrestled for a whiskey.

I held her like a sneeze.

My cartoon cowboy lasso tied

my heart to her vacant chair.


She’s her own sad blues bar

wearing the dress

of a traveling band.


I’m my own empty rail car

wrapped in the ocean

of endless summer.


Text by SM Simões


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by Balthazar Simões