Wash blood from the white t-shirt –
menstrual, sliced fingertip, and
some drops from the heart.
Mix raindrops in dried paint.
Pick the whitest wall in your house.
And, it’s okay to paint the grass blue!
Comb hair and thoughts.
Rub oil and plait neatly,
Too much wildness in the wind!
Mend spectacles.
They are too sharp focused.
Need blur to bear the world.
Cook. Slice reality and stew in imagination.
Fry in with till crisp,
Sprinkle peppery satire, and salt of desire.
Paint, dreams with water
on the drenched canvas of time.
Abandon brushes, use fingers.
Let skin spill over.
"Comb hair and thoughts," blew me away. The rest of the poem is pretty amazing, too.
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ReplyDeleteNeed blur to bear the world - what a powerful thought!
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