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What I do
I pair words with images and sometimes they compliment each other and sometimes they jar. Occasionally they do both. If that's possible. Dunno.
Quirky mundane
Moody dispassionate
Predictable chaos
Sensual desert.
Too,
Well,
Not enough.
I have everything
And when the growler growls
It’s as nothing.
But here I sit once more,
Leather-chaired, majesterial,
Boiler-suit royal with
Little colourful objects,
Organised in rows,
Asking, needing to be used.
Canvasses stretched,
Brushes washed, surfaces clear,
Brain alive. Poised.
Tomorrow the magic will come again.
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