Yellowedlost in the viscous streaks of oil and pigmentMore Like This
washed over with ink
bristles scratching my paperskin
Hello? Is anyone there?
Can’t you see that my paper is torn?
indigo/pthalo and cadmium yellow; the language of the eyes, the language of the heart
spatter brush with iron oxide
look too close, the whole is lost
all you see is brushstrokes, little swirls of paint, signs and portents
[ blood streaming smooth as sex, addictions to death and love and oblivion ]
[ a woman staring into the sky covered in bile and blood ]
you do not see
my impressionistic message
my life’s balance
precarious, suspended, bound in silken ropes
like a desperate lover crying for her master