Portrait
The light and the feeling
were just perfect but the head
fell nevertheless ( the line
with its pen the hand
poised ) as if the paper had slipped
Instead the eyes closed
the mouth circling
as though about to yawn
said “Give me a kiss “
But after he’d gone
the colors were laid
Anyway what the hell that’s
what art is all about
She lay in the mess smeared
bright lights across the wall
said “What do you have to do to get
it right?”
