Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass — Chapter no 7

Past the bushes Cypress thriving

I saw you in the mirror

you were wearing your hair differently carrying the air differently You say you want your hair long parted in the middle Long in solidarity – worn for all his women

Long Beach

Aimless

your fingers wiping oil on the paper w precision w decision like an artist never seen yet with a vision

W a reason

Stared w venom at the ceiling

not the grass

but straight ahead

Just at the skyline

w precision laser vision

time was stopping

moving through u.

U dictated by what moved u

only moving never thinking

Match the sun that’s slowly sinking

at the height of afternoon In the heat of summer evening Like a phoenix like a chemtrail like a wavelength No one’s claiming

Georgia O’Keeffe

Georgia peaches

Doing nothing but your painting

For forever

Forget teachers Forgive him for ever leaving

love is rising

No resisting

cheeks are flushing Now you’re living

Say goodbye now

no resisting

Live your life like no one’s listening

Be the art that life is breathing Be the soul the world is living.

Do what you want

For you only

Not for giving

Just for taking No one’s listening

at the end of Lime and 10th street down the road that’s green and winding Past the bushes cypress thriving past the chain

link fence

and driving

farther down the road less traveled

there u are athleisure wear unraveled Now I see you clear

Standing stoic blue and denim

eyes not blue but clear like heaven

you don’t want to be forgotten

You just want to disappear