Oil
#Oil
she digs, like a drunken surgeon
slices through layers to get to
the true thing underneath.
"do you see the crow?" apropos nothing
(sip of wine, slash of scalpel)
"no but here's a schooner, rigged for
deeper tides"
(gesticulating, clouds of cobalt and titanium)
she sings:
"Do you realize? It's just an illusion
caused by the world spinning round"
and a swirl of her thumb creates
dolphins and sea-spray spirit animals
which are obliterated
again with another scrape of the knife
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Posted Feb 29, 2016, 4:05 AM UTC
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