Tuesday, May 06, 2008

Like A Monster



They’re like a monster—
memories, expectations—
coloring the now

not psychedelic
but strange colors, like dead plants,
wood from an old house,

feathers in dry dirt.
A monster with bad crayons!
I have oil pastels,

a good selection
of richly pigmented sticks.
Fuck that monster’s grays.






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This is kind of a
companion piece
to Psychedelic Shadows












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