Finished last night for an art show next week. Part of it was done a few months ago, but I hit a wall and moved on. Got back to it and tied it into some of my writing:
Raised windows eye the murders down below.
The schoolyard wears a vanishing glow.
Mother bears the blue of an angry afternoon.
The child disappears in distant shoes.
A quiet man turns blind into a heart of hurt.
Misreads the kiss that spit pretends;
The motion of her smoke jerked from his cigarette's end.
The uncaged rat in line with his throat.
A whisper moves the clouds.
Armies rise beneath the papier-mache crown.
Dressed in the armor of dead perfume.
The end of revels ascend beneath the moon.
A parading discotheque of puppets and their string.
All cries above.
Sunset prepares the day for Wednesday's fall.
Lowered poets give voice to their songs.
A cue for the other cheek to turn.
Lost somewhere between God's despair and love.
The clown drowns himself in the tears of a dying smile.
Fingertips extend into a shaking stance.
Outstretched palms wet themselves in the stain of the pigeon's touch.
All eyes flee the ground below;
the fall within them all.
Holy ghosts breed lesser birds.
Shadows wander from lip to star.
Blinds are drawn on Wednesday's fall.
Sunset crawls towards the dawn.