Kit Kelen #1366 - my art is dark

1366

my art is dark

no one sees

the sun inside my shoes

I work the pedals till infernal

behind these shades of future bright

it is a scratch at the dark

acres of it

no one sees

although my work’s to make you

blank

I fear it feeds

that I’ll be left

I was cast in a dry spell 

make this rain for a prayer

hidden in the luggage

packed all myself

gods willing

only have to turn on the taps

goes round the clock

through the night

and under wraps

I keep the grammar tight

do you feel the quality of mercy?

sometimes one must strain for it

and hope that nothing bursts

so much I’ve stolen from myself

and here – I put it back

where no one is listening

so no one will see

have you the shelves, the walls, for this?

a house of cards if you should sneeze

the heart is up to it in tricks

many have drowned before now

caught traces, thrills and trills

and all of this is just to please

for show

it’s how I shed light