Stare at the painting on the wall
Encased in its lathered chestnut rim,
Look closely,
Find yourself, somewhere in the undulating landscape,
Drinking the cheapest beer,
Your favorite.
Do you love it so for its taste?
Or for how little you must sacrifice to get it?
Find everyone you love.
It’s a warm mass of acrylics out there,
All the colors of autumn congealing as one,
Like the afterglow of convalescence.
Find yourself again,
A little further now.
The paint’s run off, but not too much,
And the beer’s still there to keep you company.
Are you still walking?
Or have you jumped and let the earth spin on?
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 7:27 AM UTC
Stare at the painting on the wall
Encased in its lathered chestnut rim,
Look closely,
Find yourself, somewhere in the undulating landscape,
Drinking the cheapest beer,
Your favorite.
Do you love it so for its taste?
Or for how little you must sacrifice to get it?
Find everyone you love.
It’s a warm mass of acrylics out there,
All the colors of autumn congealing as one,
Like the afterglow of convalescence.
Find yourself again,
A little further now.
The paint’s run off, but not too much,
And the beer’s still there to keep you company.
Are you still walking?
Or have you jumped and let the earth spin on?
