Monday, January 19, 2004

Brush Strokes

Awkward landscapes and distant crooked buildings
Bathing nudes and aquamarine rivers
Calloused eyes and women of style
Deadly venomous asps and orange fruitcakes

Eager brushes by the pale trembling hands
Pained strokes on moldy canvasses
Propped on broken easel in a gray-wallpapered studio
Showcasing the best works that I can do

Blue trees on emerald forests
Overlooking the impressive blotchy- paintings
Inside the soft iodine-colored show room
Waiting for the chance for the final slap on the chin!

Resplendent smiles from the eyes of a mad man
Standing up against the world in soiled ragged clothes
Trying to savor the taste of yellowed moments
In hushed phantasmagoric silence...

I dreamed of C├ęzanne,
But the colors and stars are far from anything,
And the people are not themselves

So, I wept in throbbing pain and heartfelt sorrow.

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*Special recognition/ Voicesnet Anthology V
*Two Moon Quarterly Premier Issue/ April- June 2003

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