December 13th, 2021
I'll revisit my own art now and then. Make fun of myself, who was she? What did she try to say with those jagged strokes? Who was trying to fool? An artist makes art, they don't lay in bed dreaming of art. I'd paint your face a fairy if you were laying next to me, though. And I'd paint mine a bear. There's something to be said about anyone who gets their face painted on their day off, tell me if you know what I mean. I'll spend that poor man's money everyday, to get what I need, to get you what you need. I'll pay my dues, and you will too in time. For now I'll pretend to be an artist, so come see me in my workshop of sheets. I'll make you whatever you want to be.
R.K.
YOU ARE READING
Holeheart
PuisiI am the forgiver. I am the destroyer. I'm not at fault, but I deserve to be. Poetry and Prose Volume V 2021 DISCONTINUED
