The overwhelmingly sweet smell
of ripe jackfruits
Fills the room;
Outside, the wind is low
but it still rains.
Humming along with the jukebox number
Already sinking into a quiet stupor;
a string of nebulous ideas
without a structured framework.
An acrylic painting, some disjointed lamps
a paintbrush dripping
of vivid colour,
and newspapers creased for the effect.
There are tags, names
to these canvasses;
a prize for the electically-inspired
voyeur,
And the constant sickening smell of ripe jackfruits
for those who can only desire.
25 June’08
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2 comments:
canvas is a limiting agent like the mind. dont you think so?
In the real world we exist, I guess so. But if we can envision a totally new parallel universe, maybe it isnt, there can be lots of alternatives...what do u think? and who must be you?
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