Kit Kelen #625 - cerulean ekphrasis - my precious fetish

625

cerulean ekphrasis

my precious fetish

culture in the capitals

between the scribble

and the image set

every cliché

once a truth

before that – we're without

I fear the work

it is a noun

don't you?

chiffon umber silk

snow lingers

habituates to line

every battle shapes a beast

wandering into the other's dream

as daylight cast

I am

so there's a story

found fleece in deeps

see strokes

and be the camera catches

picture the crowd's knowing murmur

home in the poem

they can do titter too

don't touch!

the hagiog tastes best

nailed up

is the image?

it is a landscape

we're indoors

my head swelled till the laurel popped

gimme some ekkies – I'll feel

so little time

light me up, will you

a cat named Lonesome

just the red socks left

and a couple of Buddhas look on

we're always finding a new way to carry

new places from, to which to cross

that's poetry of it

has to be uncomfortable

we all go over the cliff

but not before we hit the wall

catch fire

tear hearts out

ours

the one's work another's crossing out

never quite complete

be very afraid of the work

aren't you?

I like to make fun of myself

there's time

is your piano prepared?