Shapes On Blue CanvasPosted: August 14, 2012
With a rolled up burning torch on my lips,
Perpendicular in the big circle were rectangles and triangles.
I became a vessel pointing at all angles like the whole world was within my grips,
The mystic essence of angels –
Dancing on some nights sparkling bright
Withdrawing on others behind those layers of white paper and black ink painting grey art.
He feared my might and abhorred my sight
Demanding a pint of blood in a sink for colour, he asked me to think about
The ghost of Juan Gris
Or the woman of my dreams
And wish for a kiss before all turns to shatter cone.
© Heath Muchena, 2012