Puget Sound Timber

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Long stretch of beach,
No one comes here.
    Logs & pilings,
    remains of a long gone pier
    lie across the rocks
          or form short


The walls lean tall
against the sky
tarstained, splitting, grey.
Two of time's lost sculptures
trainwrecking into one another.
Spanning years of storms & surf
the pieces fall, suspended
in a moment of geologic time.

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John T. Unger poet

I'm best known as an artist and designer. Relaxing makes me tense, so I tend to put in a lot of hours on diverse projects.

Before becoming a visual artist, I spent 15 years as a poet. I studied poetry at Interlochen Arts Academy, Naropa, Stone Circle and on the streets. I performed my work for years at Stone Circle, solo shows, poetry readings, and at Lollapalooza in 1996.

I still write poems, but only if I can make them fit the constraints ofTwitter.

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