Sunday, July 10, 2016

A Wish

Blue eyes, crystal clear flesh like her mother...
I don't know the spaces she will inhabit : stucco wooden utopias where she will host parties for 
the others. 
But I hope for an understanding of beyond primary colors.
A paintbrush poised to deny landscape and form: to dance across the sidewalk edge
to a city street full of deep brown. 

Saturday, July 2, 2016

Thief

You stole her eyes. 
An abduction of a connection 
That is my soul. 
I care for the eye-less. 
A timeline of: the rush of bath water and the drizzle of excrement, a smile and a wandering foot.
I button my uniform and disappear, appear in the day and the night: watching and waiting.