Woe to the World

we’re so blind to the ways
we’re all blind

and i’m not so inclined
to abandon all mine, no time
today for tomorrow’s
poorly pen spray

i drape black gloved hand ‘cross
my face and moan my cliches
in heavy overlay.

cello strings swell raven’s
tar wings as a record
skips from overplay.

image: http://grandcentralatelier.blogspot.com/2011/03/joshua-larock-new-paintings-and.html

image: https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-martyr-the-resurrection-of-Van-gogh/706952/6458249/view

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