What is
The origin
Of art?

Is it
Resistance?

Is it
Betrayal?

Is it
The last nickel
At the bottom
Of the pond
Stolen
By your best friend
For a

Last piece of bread?

I love you.
I always have.
Not but
Or and,
Or hard stop.

A star is a star
But we

Oh' holy we'

Are not made of stardust,

Not made of this and that;

We sell each other down the river

Then lay down sheet by sheet

In righteous shiver.

Contradiction;

Abstraction;

A lost of attraction
With no attrition,
Never chasing

What I think of

Perfection.

A sunset dog bark daylight
I'm happy We're Sad They're
The last place We feel safe
Can you believe

The shirt is not the sleeve.

I hit my hands
I hate my hands
They're there
They're
They are there
For me for you
For our for our cement for
Our Press for our Mothers
For our Brothers

For our our our our long lost words

Who forgot the power of

Words side by side Brawn