L’Arlésienne

L’Arlésienne I gaze upon the Madame so long as admiration permits, hoping by a small chance, she may take note of my heart-like hands and steady the beating of my banal brush. This mystery, who mutes my madness and tames the tenebrific chuckles of a feverish mind. Imagine how richly I could paint the heavens,…

For Juan

January 31st: (A response to Cornell’s: A Parrot for Juan Gris). Started: roughly 8:11. Finished roughly 8:55. In my dorm.) For Juan Who said that parrots were pretenders or that this world smiled when he did? You… custard-lipped Bramante, perched on your notions of ‘would’, when will you learn that digging your maltodextrined talons into…

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Inspired by a sketch of The Prodigal’s Return by Sir Edward John Poynter. Into your arms, I return, confessing with a heaving heart and cleaving to your familiar robes to stanch the wounds I accrued by pursuing a blind ambition I’d called sight. How humbling to know it is you who are right and I…

Proserpine

Proserpine An empty incense burns beside anemones upturned and beckons for the beauty in the alms that were adjourned. Bequeathed to Death, as if to Life, the curse of Myrrha holds the remnants of remembrance by the seed that stains her folds. An alabaster artifice is all that’s left of love- A portrait of the…

The Priceless Piece

For those who can draw, let your own soul be seen, never mind those who say it is drivel. To the walls of the MET, let the critics reflect, that such wonders began with a scribble.   For those who can sing, let your own song be heard, never mind those who say it is…

Giuseppe at the Getty

There’s a pigeon by the pillars Pecking back at what I throw And yet, he knows not of my debt While bobbing to my dough I’m Giuseppe at the Getty And I haven’t got a dime Just one beat case And weathered face To show for tickin’ time There’s a woman in the garden With…