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Bricolage

There is a wildness in me
An ocean in a bottle
With a moist cork, I see
I stand a suppressed model
Of practicality,
Revving for full throttle
But for the wake of brutality
And all forgot, all
Sacrificed to creativity,

But there is something wild in me
And still it grows, and still I thirst
For open fields, and free
Paints, and notes, and words
And time and space to feed
What be the best or worst
Or wildest escapee-
All unheard, and all unversed,
La Pensée Sauvage will be.


Liberated

My brother slashed his canvases

His scenes of earth in motion

Were layers thick in paint

Every coating represented commotion

So in the tumult of self-condemnation

He succumbed to but one emotion.

 

I dump my words upon my words

Hoping a new layer somehow conceals

The best in me, the worst in me,

The passion I’m ashamed I still feel;

Instead of smothering my inadequacies

Each word finds a new piece of me to reveal.

 

Letting your best go off to greet the day

Requires the skill to forgive

Perhaps there comes a decisive moment

When you have given all you have to give

And you must decide to slash your darlings

Or let them leave to let them live.