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?”