A
vision of Mark Rothko
Too
vast and even too bold
A
desert to huge to lose
And
obviously lost completely.
The
color’s clear as water
A
poignant life. And as necessary
One
can view the point
One
can feel the point in one’s side;
Some
awaiting some action -
The
blood flowing with water
This
simple eye in the world
Stretched ever outward. Ever outward
The
world is upside down
Never back to front. It looks one-way
And
then tomorrow grows in its tiny way
Taken to be given. So life is.
Standing by a monument in a park.
Space is hungry demanding.
You
stood tall and took what you had to
In
each rotten borough a promise was found
You
stood tall and took what you had to
The
current that blind and invisible turns and hurls
You
stood tall and took what you had to
How
did your achievement become something then?
You
stood tall and took what you had to
They
expected me with pens to come and take
You
stood tall and took what you had to
The
life then sorrowfully missed until
You
stood tall and took what you had to
The
time has passed and life again to be ripped
You
stood tall and took what you had
Just a slice of tissue
from-the-scalpel
where the scalpel
is both king and queen.
Merely microscopic
A flash fiction of a life
Written in who, what,
When, and where…
Now written across
In WAS, WAS, WAS.
Without language -
Something so real
Something so loud
Just real flesh and real
bone
Reality’s voluptuousness
muscle & tissue
Framed still in times
frame
From this shop window
From the window of
life.
There is no sense.
There is no love.
There is emotion.
In this hollow metallic
Ceramic scene -
just tissue beneath
where once
Words, love, touch, and desire.
Once roamed free.
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