|Unrelated street sign|
among fearsome masks of all kinds of animal,
one straight jacket face of a child, in the middle,
hangs in the 10th Ave. studio window
through the straps, one wide & pleading eye visible
& i understand his silent scream
i had a mom too, that would always seem
to repeat the phrase, repeat the phrase---if you got nothing
good to say...so i don't, and walk away, thus deem
his plight what? an artist's bad dream
feigning blindness to the scheme
of those whose teeth gleam & pick the seam
like the bones of this child clean
as if it's none of my business, in idleness
blame those that started this mess
dust my shoulders off---it's just art, not REALity
no need to distress, send an SOS, SOS, SOS
cause it's not like they possess your address---right?
Over at dVerse Poets, Sam Peralta is teaching us Rubaiyat, and for the most part i followed the form, which is AABA , but blended in a AAAA midstream and added a single line at the end. Not like i like coloring outside the lines or anything you know...smiles.
Wrote this after an evening at gallery openings in NYC which was interesting on many levels. Ha. My phone was dead, so no pic of the art.