Sunday, May 19, 2013

Small square

Through two small square
factory-made eyes 

Life is blowing 
in red, green and gold 

playing sky 
Cloud clowns 
on a bluesy stage 

Power pylons 
stiff with strength

Stood like conductors 

Flinging inky chords
through a windy symphony - 

To my walls  

Bringing the outside in; 
taking the inside out

While the world blows and bends,
in here contends - with
The night’s late show, 
the morning’s early squash 

As all around brews
A storm of its own making  
Paper, ink and imagery -
half baking. 

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