we are both
wearing name tags
but your name
is smudged out
from a smear of
what I guess would be
brandy - your breath
gives you away.
I wonder if perhaps
you want me to
introduce myself.
I point to my name tag
and point to the title
of the wire statue
with the artist's name
just below.
I can't fathom
the look in your eyes
but since you're here
you must be some kind
of artist as well
and judging by how
uncomfortable you are
in clean-looking clothes
I bet you are
one of the new age
'modern' artists
painting or singing about
death angels or
lost loves.
DU LIEST GERADE
Something Unheard
PuisiYou’ll be the muse for my art and I’m sure that your clumsiness will inspire everything I do. Novel in verse. Unfinished #2 Co-written by s.m. brooks and n.m. w. 2015.
