hedonist notion of hell: us as sticks, simple instruments
color for category's sake, all dictionary and box
you, red spot: pinned down or shooting out?
the shadows are magnificent. the way flesh
but the frame again -- nipples, navel, limbless -- again
but there I go thinking again.
she: loverwifemuse / you: painterwriterdoer
what's to come: a new hunger, electrosexual rebellion
a ban on jealousy's double-standard, history's iron steaming us
enough with the minimization of woman as muse / as
dig up the paintbrushes and test them for menstrual blood
could you stand her as anything more than the girl on the tracks?