lo, and behold

Stemming from my original mission to create 365 poems. A culmination of years past and days present.


23 October 2005

50: Nest

Disease ridden basket case paints pictures on the asylum wall.
drips black-bird paint on the ways of the hall
makes murals on the cage.

Tiles stained with melody colours
ink splats there go two-by-two
they conform to the floors, and hug it well
enveloped in these blending shades
of emerald blue and topaz silver
polka-dotted-striped
delivers explosions of plaid
and written words
painting on her hair and shirts.

Quiet white slippers tread across their floors.

This can't be sent -- it's only visted
to stand on the realm of visualistic catharsis
before the tragic hero trips
and falls into oblivion.