maybe I’ll watercolor a while

the new pastels grind softly
chalk breaks colors against the raw page
the green and reds scrape deep and lambent
they should be hanging from a tree
the greys and browns are wooden dirt
(who needs to be an artiste?)
I bought half sticks
since full were so expensive
(halbe Stifte/ demi batons/ messi pastelli/ medias barras,
eighteen of them and oh, a non-market array)
had second thought cause no free shipping in the holiday
season…but then, and when, I opened up the box
their powder had seeped through to the other side of the
foam protection…how did it snowfall there?
twas a perished line from each chroma
spread chimeral on the black airy sponge
goo lah lah!

They kept me some fine company
last night with an unfinished symphony,
these crumbly sticks are so alive,
Oriole says I should not use them
since I reported a soup lungy head cold
loomed on my horizon,
but these dusty sticks are so alive disintegrating
I want to smoke them, put my tongue on the half break,
arrange them in a bowl
but
maybe I’ll watercolor a while

have to do something………………….the fake US corporations just got their taxes cut in half and a free ride for their offshore collusion, they going to cut up my dry Utah spires and my wolf wet Alaska and landfill them with coal dust and crude, they gutting Obamacare’s most social obligation, kids wont eat breakfast or learn much until mid-day, their eyes to be unchecked between kindergarten and eighth grade, old folks will have their end even more opiated, and the cops gonnah rise again to perfect their stat-hidden stop-and-frisks in
Harlem and Washington Heights
……………………………………………………….and on to gentry conflict Bushwick evict

agitate and organize…

maybe I’ll watercolor a while, or tinkle These Foolish Things

(Dec. 20, 2017)