Just My Poems

#65 Abstract

Layer it more
Let them dig.

Colour it
Red orange yellow and so on
It turns brown.

Blind them
With iridescent lights

Drag them across mud
"it's holy water"
Make them laugh

Slap some paint
On the ripped canvas

Quiet nights
With the cliched voices
Pity you

Powder your words
Flour them up

Eat them.