so yeah

sometimes Inspiration pours into your eyes and when you pick up the number two pencil sometimes, just sometimes instead of a face you get something like this. . .

I see

I see my reflection

            In the window

I’m glowing

All orangey-reddish

From a light that shines

            Over my head

And there is this strange bit

            Of bright green

It looks like paint pouring out

            Of my forehead

Right (not wrong) between my eyes

            My mind says,

‘That’s a knothole

in the wood

its surely some kind of normal

or natural in reason

for being that green.’

And my skin wants

            To be in the rain

Cool and wet

            Making my clothes clingy

The way my flesh is on me

And that is all

            So I rest my head

In the palm of my hand

            And work on through

This storm

Happy Art'ing Y'all