There are things stuck on my mind.
Incomprehensible glueing, which
befog beleaguered fitting-in.
Becoming a mishmash, realization
bugs me. What to do with the cutouts?
Pictures of life instances that can't
be reconciled, just carried on and on,
blister and bubble within. No smooth
surfaces that cleanly represent
anything wholly identifiable are
depicted on bruised brain cells. Pity
it is. Pity I have become. Pity the
nitty gritty magazine photos slapped
together, an ugly collage called,
"Mercy Never Saw Fit."
It is an ugly art form, cutting up memories.
**** ****** survival, these themes
are hardly ever pretty. Art therapy
***** I'd rather paint a canvas black.
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 10:55 PM UTC
There are things stuck on my mind.
Incomprehensible glueing, which
befog beleaguered fitting-in.
Becoming a mishmash, realization
bugs me. What to do with the cutouts?
Pictures of life instances that can't
be reconciled, just carried on and on,
blister and bubble within. No smooth
surfaces that cleanly represent
anything wholly identifiable are
depicted on bruised brain cells. Pity
it is. Pity I have become. Pity the
nitty gritty magazine photos slapped
together, an ugly collage called,
"Mercy Never Saw Fit."
It is an ugly art form, cutting up memories.
**** ****** survival, these themes
are hardly ever pretty. Art therapy
***** I'd rather paint a canvas black.
