We know
what’s best
Make the right decisions
Know the right culture
Have the right religion
Use the right words
No one else is as good as we are
It’s all black and white
Except for all that grey,
and all those other
rights.
We know
what’s best
Make the right decisions
Know the right culture
Have the right religion
Use the right words
No one else is as good as we are
It’s all black and white
Except for all that grey,
and all those other
rights.
It is.
It isn’t.
Me.
You.
A circle compounding compromises.
Conviction carries us.
I promise.
I pound.
I promise
I pound.
I paint
conviction
carrying
us.
It is.
It isn’t.
Promising.
(A poem for Dustin & Lyda, Jason & Kirindip. These are characters in the current w.i.p. novel).
Pick a picture
search the eyes
the dead glass
living eyes
No vacancy
blink
No vacancy
blink
No vacancy
in broken down windows
picked clean
pick up
this dream.
Geese trying a new vocabulary
fly in W formation
I wonder
what will winter wind
waft or wallop webbed wonders
wandering west and south along waterways?
Art is artificial
when our artifacts
leave factual for artless artifice.
Draw artful parts;
articulate the artful into artillery
throbbing through the arteries:
bum, bum, bum.
Be the genuine article,
artisan.
Be
art.
.
.
(Reading John Dewey’s Art as Experience today. My head might explode.)
A trifle is an insignificant thing
but not so when set within a trifle bowl
filled to the brim with
custard, cake, whipped cream
and pudding or gelatin
Any of which is itself complete
but oxymoronically a trifle is not trifling feast.