but what does any of this mean?

poetry and art

colored pencil on black paper

i can wordsmith my pain

dress it up in an amazing

technicolor poet’s dream coat

i can collage it with comics from the Sunday paper

I can goldleaf the edges of my grief

so all you see is the gleam of sunlight reflecting off of me

or

i can just tell it to you straight

but when i try

i get no eyes on my words

so instead, i ask a psychic what to do

where to go

i install an app on my phone

it

prevents me from spending more

than 7 minutes on Instagram

and why am I still even on Facebook?

why be everywhere?

does it prevent me from being anywhere?

i log

off

i log on

to the blank page and canvas

i write and draw

and zoom

i’m on a zoom about gut health

but i can’t focus

on

all the different kinds of fibers

all the different kinds of biotics

all the diversity of bugs we need in our bellies

apparently

i enjoy zoom

i like looking at tiny heads

and

behind the tiny heads

at the art on their walls

i wonder if they’d like my art

should i send a link to my shop in the chat?

no, no, of course not

but

why?

meaning shmeaning

Copperfield pennies can’t count

the freedom fish feel when they fly

is not the same as when they fry

a naked woman is holding a plant

and she is

me

wearing a sun mask

and it isn’t strange

it’s just a different mask

i have too many masks and hats

and not enough faces and heads would

i be smarter if had 12 heads

not

if they were empty

with no pancake batter to mix

maple syrup is what i like best

our vespa zooms or putters

depending on the weather and

i’m sad that amethysts can’t dance

my

big hands form

a peace sign

but no one

notices

the psychic

didn’t tell me it would be like this

Wearing my sun mask at an artist festival in Pennabilli, Italy