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Cut Flowers

1/30/2017

Cut Flowers

Carnations,
With
Their
Crumpled,
Crimson
Tufts
Of
Bloom,
Perfume
My
Room.
The
Scent
Is
Redolent
Of
Parties,
A
Gentleman’s
Boutonniere,
And
Funeral
Gloom.
From
My
Chair
I can
Almost
See
A
Girl
With
A
Blossom
In
Her
Hair,
That
Once
Was
Me.

Wintry

1/28/2017

Wintry

Sunlight
Silvers
Bare
Branches
Of
The
Tree
Of
Paradise,
Mimicking
Ice.
Trunk
Divides
Into
Arms,
To
Eager
Hands,
Fingers
Reaching
Each
Above
Each,
As
If
To
Beseech,
To
Yearn,
For
Spring
To
Return.

The Master's Dine

1/26/2017

*Sam Walsh* The Dinner Party

The Master’s Dine

They
Thought
I didn’t
See,
But
I did,
Into
All
The
Places
They
Hid.
The
Carefully
Contrived
Disguise,
The
Spider
Web
Of
Literary
Lies,
Oh,
I confess,
The
Celebration
Was
A
Mess.
Between
The
Consommé
And
Tea,
A
Verbal
Melee,
Skirmishes
Of
Two
Or
Three
Metaphors
Versus
Simile.
At
Midnight,
A
Dramatic
Pause,
As
Guests
Sheathed
Artistic
Claws,
And
Disappeared
Into
The
Town,
To
Go
Home
And
Hang
In
A
Closet,
Upside
Down.

Obscure

1/24/2017

*Veil* 36" H X 24" W Acrylic On Linen

Obscure

Fog
Surrounds
The
View,
Balancing
On
Grassy
Dew,
Blurring
Daylight
Like
A
Deep
Narcotic
Sleep,
Smudging
The
Edges
Of
Trees
And
Hedges.
Take
Great
Care
If
You
Go
Out
There,
To
Be
Enclosed
In
A
White
Cup,
And
Swallowed
Up.

K Street

1/22/2017

K Street

Today
Only!
Big
Sale
On
Used
Greed,
All
You
Need
To
Live
Well.
Truth
And
Beauty,
Both
Marked
Down,
No
Market
Now
In
This
Town.
Honor
And
Justice
Are
Out
Of
Date,
But
The
Low
Price
Is
Great.
Don’t
Wait
To
Buy
A
Five
Star
Lie
Cheap,
To
Fool
The
Gullible
While
They
Sleep.
But
Wait!
There’s
More!
Just
Step
Inside
The
Store.

Smithing

1/20/2017

*Hatstand 4* Double Cast Flowers 18" H X 6" Diameter Base

Smithing

You
Say
Your
Troubles
Won’t
Go
Away?
Hey,
Hearts
Can
Break
Twice
A
Day.
To
Heal,
Anneal
Pain
To
Your
Sorrow
And
Cast
It,
Metal
Bright,
To
Get
You
Through
The
Night,
And
Form
An
Armature
For
Tomorrow.

Checkup

1/18/2017

Checkup

The
Dentist
Is
My
Lover
Today.
I recline
In
His
Chair
As
He
Pokes
Here
And
There
To
Seek
Out
And
Repair
Any
Thing
Amiss
With
His
Metallic
Kiss
And
A
Bitter
Spray
Designed
To
Detect
Decay.
Alas,
I wait
For
This
Ordeal
To
Pass,
Knowing
I will
Receive
A
Hefty
Bill
For
This
Intrusive
Probe
And
Scrape,
Until
Once
More,
I can
Escape.

Downpour

1/16/2017

*Warren Keating*

Downpour

Today,
The
Sky
Is
Again
So
Grey,
I think
Of
Running
Away.
Get
In
My
Car
And
Just
Drive.
When
I run
Out
Of
Gas,
I will
Arrive
At
Some
Place
I was
Perhaps
Meant
To
Be,
Instead
Of
Here,
In
The
Rainy
Day
Gloom
Of
Me.

Synopsis

1/14/2017

*Johannes Rosierse* Woman Writing

Synopsis

A
Strange
Thing
It
Is
To
Write,
To
Fashion
Words
Day
And
Night,
A
Constant
Story
In
The
Mind’s
Sight.
A
Reckless
Need,
A
Cherished
Seed,
Placed
In
The
Soil
Of
Obscure
Toil,
Unsought,
Unwanted
On
The
Mile
High
Slush
Pile
Of
Lowly
Staff.
I have
To
Laugh
At
My
Folly
And
Dull
Wit
To
Keep
On
Trying
To
Fit,
But
I Can’t
Quit,
No
Matter
What
Little
Success
Comes
Of
It.

Caller

1/12/2017

Caller

“It’s
Only
Me,”
Said
The
Voice
At
The
Door,
Then
Nothing
More.
Who
Could
It
Be?
Through
The
Peep
Hole,
No
One
Can
I see.
Anguish,
Maybe?
Guilt,
Regret?
Some
Thing
I wanted
To
Forget?
I’m
Imperfect
And
Impure,
But
How
Much
Of
The
Past
Can
One
Endure?
I’ll
Take
No
More!
And
At
Last,
I open
The
Door.