forgive or assist me, I’m set upon freedom, think out or in invaded doors
allowances and yes’s you won in beige grey misbehaving composition wars
value or values put aside, self here flip to self there, I stick down a ripped white cloud
of uncertain collage confidence, wait till my need goes to normalise threads
your workpiece titles, visual forms, an all-time story-chain of figurehead myths, in a reverse ruse
history futurism and tomorrow past, learn-a-lot tableaus airbrushed distortedly, as the god Zeus
attempts to rape Leda, baulked by his erectile wilt or when Popeye’s front teeth are bashed in by Bluto’s fist, the sailor’s Warhol tin of wondermunch spinach, fun-drained of off-scale force
sidelong, my big red block letter burns, a likening L
our asemic on-the-go shunts, curls, stance, projected symbols
language now a refuse atmosphere in an acid spa of self-dissolving
gashes privately publicised, to convey, mood gabbing away in fusions
Vincent de Souza
Note: this poem was written as a voice evocation
inspired by the abstract ink painting by David Miller below:
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