When Untitled Is The Title

I touched the hand that emerged from a jar.
The jar was marked fragile
And was placed on the top shelf.

Hair stuck to a revolving door.
Footprints across the top of a fruit cake.
Marks made by knees on the top wing of a biplane.
Eyelids that small feet jumped from.
A chest that held a nature reserve.
A naked chest reserve.
Fingerprints on a bottle in a ship.
A head emerging from a cookie jar.

I touched the foot that came out of the fridge.
It was surprisingly warm
While I was surprisingly cold.


About Gerald Shepherd

Gerald Shepherd is a painter, graphic artist, sculptor, digital/multimedia artist, photographer, writer, curator and arts administrator. He has also been involved with science art, performance art, conceptual art, installations and environments (as well as peripheral creative pursuits such as garden design).
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