I am Procrastinating
I'm walking on eggshells, my voice went defacto
and now
I'm oozing -- self pity mostly.
I looked at pictures of Paris,
The sun was Falling in the Cemetery and we
We were becoming corpses
Piaf was floating
I've seen her life story
We fell out, out with the sun - and the lady.....
Dinner came, lovely and sane..
No freezing patio moments, just IN and OUT
Well now we are here.
I'm thinking of Munch, Edvard Munch
If that man could create so much unrefined beauty out of charcoal, print, and paint why can't I?
MoMA 2006
What an impression
Sun spots irreverent, it is the darkness that serves as opposition.
Reverence
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