Picture pallid ashen nerds
Afloat in a vapid bubble
Swept by the gust spinning
Spinning and spinning
Rainbows shimmer off the film
All different and all the same
It was in this that I faced my fire and brimstone
Anguish at the head of the meeting table
Desperate faces looking to a fearful leader
To build something
To build everything
A great dream won
A great dream lost
And for what
Ravaged and broken
Painful and stolen -
Mangled under my own ambition
But from the charred soot thicket
Fresh spry values bloomed
Art bloomed
Violet, crimson, fuchsia
These hands learned how to handle pain
They learned what to pick and what to leave rot
They learned how many flowers they can hold
And where and how to climb from there
I wouldn’t trade it for the world
For Further Reading…
- On Simplicity, check out my visual poem Licking the Grapefruit Film
- On Corporeal cravings, check out my visual poem Animal in a Modern World
- On Instagram, check out my vignette Beautiful girls of Instagram
