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