Lilac Wine :: a warzone towards haiku

August 20, 2010


Filed under: Text — Tags: , — Lilac @ 7:22 pm

I like strong women. You guide my strength with lines of perfect intent drawn, carefully as hemp, about my psyche.

I’m rewiring you. Your smart demon-eyes study me as a sculptor studies his stone, comprehending the correct form within. You have broken me down into raw material. One afternoon in your loft & I was signing a letter parchment paper for your maps, Lilac.

I exist in grace in the hands of an artist. I ride rails laid out for me, achieving balance. The Tao is sought. You feel particularly real; I know you. And you know just what to say: I won’t eat all of you. I’ll leave a piece for the gods…


1 Comment »

  1. The artist is as much defined by his medium, as he shapes and moves it. Only the work remains.

    Comment by Fistandantilus — September 2, 2010 @ 1:34 pm

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