August 28, 2009

B152. Canvas junky

cuts in squares the framed
or stapled cell
self Her

cellar vegetables
and attic sky
lighted in her lighting

as though
lives and light depend
on a candle,

and square,
stapled
canvas sold, after paint

and salt posed as blood;
some men and even women,
hoist so much can-

vas unpainted, rigged from pole
to hold that mast, one or several
bear the vessel's blood cargo

sick, and stayed in the
elements of desiring
sold, hold, land and home free

Had we only known how to paint,
and market the man and woman
without complaint and thievery,

we might never have been now co-meant in speaking how we are
free to pitch canvases that we dream
are sails.

Posted by nancy at August 28, 2009 11:39 AM
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