“Blah blah blah”

I found joy in a painting’s mess;
Scribbles of color running the line of her chest.
Sequins and silk are lilac blue.
I found my truth in spite of you.
I broke my habits for the bliss of unrest.
Pour the plastic over the curve of my neck.

narrative poem written on 10-18-2009 by: on mattkane.com
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