Monday, August 1, 2016

His Honeymoon with Art

The Artist had a vivid dream of dumbbells
getting claustrophobic in a crate.
He awoke to draw them, stumbled naked
out to pencil, paper, table – as if
mandated to finish it before it was too late.

When he’d got into bed the night before,
his life was rife with yellow, blue and red –
all wed to pretty promises of paradigms
of pilgrimage through peonies and clover.
The honeymoon was over.


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