Wednesday, 24 October 2018

tracey

tracey

paint me in words
abstract words that
run down the canvas
onto the floor
of the gallery of my life
that you have chucked (not)
there
whose tears are mixed with the paint
                yours or mine
can make sense of me 
making sense of me to you
to make sense in the sculpted words 
that will take "them" by the hand 
and demand they look
       look  look      see
see me in your frameless miles
smash the xylophone tones and
spew them across the words and paint
and sound so that the colour atones
to set my bite permanent
there

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