It hasn't been easy lately.
I have lost my way.
thin wash
wash out
brush away
That is not the problem.
The problem is I'm gutted -
like a cantelope scraped of its seeds.
dry brush
record skip
a cry from outside
The color is still nice.
The frame still contains it.
It hasn't been easy lately.
I have lost my way.
all is random
this light here
that shape there - why?
That is not the problem.
The problem is I can barely differentiate myself
from the hard summer season.
Another devastation is another story. we gasp, rage and forget
Platitudes, bromides tell us to love
we share pictures of our perfect day, the salad from our garden, teenagers leaving
It is true the little goat is delightful
dancing on a pig
He is so happy. why does he leap on everything?
He is so happy. why does he leap on everything?
even lovely colors don't keep me on my feet for long
there is another cry from outside
the crumpled man has peed himself, I see from above.
and the stream
catching the light
branches like slow lightening to the gutter.
that everything is a miracle
lately
is simply not enough.
