Monday, September 18, 2017

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?

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