Many things, one

whey powder white,

Thatchroof brown,

Labia minora pink,

Vaccuum seal blue.

Tiger

imperial regalia

I see it everyday

But i always look twice

Your naked body to me

Is still finery

Us

We found each other

Without search 

without warrant

While we didnt know

We were looking.

And though, again

Time beckons a break

We go seperate ways

Knowing without question

That once more soon

We'll unite

And embrace

Like the old

And eternal friends

We have grown

to become

worth

As i robe to get to work
i like to shout at the mirror
"I'm an artist"
not a corporate cow
grazing on the fake green grass
of the background image
on the desktop of the PC screen


i swear that today,
i shall keep my head
where my buckles are
but too soon
my mouth is open wide
spreading the good news
of the fact that "I'm an artist!"
not some office oaf
picking my nose between
microsoft windows 7
outlook calender post updates

So one of these good days
I'll resign
after months of
standardisation.
So that I wake and accept,
joyfully oblige
and need not convince myself
that "I'm an artist!"
instead of some fucking fashionista
with a plastic toy camera
that i can pose with in pictures
instead of taking them.

i wonder

and wonder

and wonder

and wonder some more

then search

peruse

and know

Thereafter,

I resume my task

 to wonder

TILL I DIE

relief

Now I'm healed
I ill no more
For your confirmation

It's clear to me
because you spoke
Of your adoration.