Birthed in a squalid, roach-crawled tenement Colicked with over-watered dried milk Toddled through fresh piles of dog sh*t Schooled by old drunks and the streets Pimped by her junkie mom Beaten by her men Flew from all that Roosted to heal Feeling Free Free Feeling After search For true spirit Away from tenets Towards pre-ordained…
Tag: Jackson Pollock
Pollock — Pain’s Paint and dVerse OLN 8/8/19
It doesn’t matter how the paint is put on, as long as something is said. Something sad Sad how? It doesn’t matter how. Put on paint – matter. Paint it. Something matters? How doesn’t it? Doesn’t it? Paint is pain, long-mattered Pain’s paint says something mattered. Put on pain’s paint and matter — as long…
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