Picasso

[Guest guest]

Picasso had his way with me last night,

He rearranged my face and I awakened

To an altered Reality,

 

My left eye was as a Star of Bethlehem

Shining in the back of my head,

That I may see where I have been,

To be assured---

To answer my question--

Have I have been walking along the right Path?

And I was blessed with 20/20 hindsight,

An optical illusion,

How the darkness meets the light.

 

My right eye was just under my left foot,

Gathering dust from the ground I still walk upon,

Even as my soul wanders into an ever-present,

Dark infinity, just beyond my tenuous grasp

Into daybreak,

Into the songs of a meadow lark,

Into the blades of grass, my homecoming

A masterpiece in vibrating colours and mystical

Sounds.

 

My nose disappeared altogether,

It clung to the seascape just ahead of me,

Breathing deep from the ocean,

The deepest blue,

And the brine had marked its passage

Along the bridge,

And I saw a starfish bow, and

The songs of kelp were turquoise, with

Smatterings of fuchsia.

 

And I wondered what he did with my lips,

Were they sealed in some blooming desert?

Amoung the parched white bones of frightened creatures

Burned by the sun?

Were they hanging on the cross,

Painted in the timber?

Silenced for eternity?

 

Picasso rearranged my face last night

And freed my lusty Soul.

 

 

 

 

Love,

Ana