Core
16 x 20"
Acrylic on canvas

Spared all consequence
Of youthful indiscretions
Oft forgotten in
the maelstrom of repressions
True, a bone broken still hurts
But true also, it could be worse
A rejected view, that
And each time presented, I spat
For pain long endured
Has a curious effect
creating even in the best
A profound defect
Of ungraciousness
Disdainfulness
Loss of perspective
Severed from collective
And so self-preservation
Without reservation
replaces the better side
like the rising tide
but given time
the moon of despair passes
the poison recedes
and with it, the selfish need
to reject the source
of all things
good and bad
that’s all we have.
(5/12/10)