Woe to the World

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

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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