Dec. 94
Saturated with loneliness
Staring through a gray spotted window
Grimed with street dirt
Looking above the edge
Staring past a flag
Strangling itself on an unyielding pole.
Moving my eye to white cloud puffs
providing background for a flighted pigeon flock
beyond
a washed out sky
blue battling with slanted sunlight
Once I felt the Zen.
When?
Now just incredible emptiness
replaced with incredible emptiness
Layered
With unresolved direction.
The artist has laid aside his brushes
And stares unseeing at the forms on his canvas
The writer shoves his pen in his pocket
And spits on the sidewalk.
Lovers hold out their arms to empty air.