To exorcise my art I have summoned up These announcements: The logic of creation Often misfires like a worn Pistol Recoiling in off Rhyme & rhythm & awkward lines (on walls in shadows etc. …I don’t write poetry anymore (while thinking I’m a poet’s heart I don’t paint art ART (but feeling I’m an artist’s hand …maybe I’m 18 again somewhere (In the night perhaps In dreams & imagining in the dark & in comings & in goings… there all seems clear …but in my morning mirror I have doubts - ANOTHER CONFESSIONAL POEM 4.75 x 3.75, Mixed Medium - Signed. Date: 2006 |