Boy, now you can read
my mind and damn
you're talented.
A lethal mix.
I rise slowly and cautiously,
keeping my
eyes on you and
your work
as I rummage through
ironically chipped
cupboards
and produce two glasses.
I pour liberally and
move to set one
on an
empty
stool beside you,
just narrowly missing a flick of
paint on my arm.
I must have startled you,
because
you jump a bit.
I admire your handiwork
and take a
sip, my lipstick
staining the glass.
"You are really, really good.
You know that?"
The awe shines through
in my voice.
This trumps banging on
the drums any day.
DU LIEST GERADE
Something Unheard
PoetryYou’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.
