Relief From The Chaos
You took a picture of me--
When I wasn't looking--
When I wasn't mindful of you--
And I was off dreaming in my mind--
Of childhood games & dressing up--
That's what art is, isn't it?--
Dressing things up in neat little packages--
With perfect bows-- Each hair arranged in a painting--
Every imperfection so perfectly intended--
Or if not, it's the brush of chance which paints it on--
Arranges and puts it in place.
And when i look at myself in your mirror--
The way you wanted me to be--
Or if not, then it was chance that brought you
The frame to freeze up and immortalize--
It's not time,
It's not a handshake,
But we shared something--
We looked into each other--
Maybe it was being caught up in a dream--
Or maybe your projection into the real--
Touch and taste are useless--
So let's breathe fire-- let's drink heavy tonight--
Let's bottom out and take the art down with us.
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Please Don't Touch
PoésiePlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
