Knotty Pine

Dirty Projectors

Here is the sound that photographs make
When i see them
When i hear them
I see regions of sharp precision
Over abundance
Over indulgence
Tied together with rope and twine
Stuck together with paste and glue
Two old planks of knotty pine
A couple of nails that poke right through.

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