Saturday, November 01, 2008

Most of my paintings have associated poems, written on the back. Here is the one to Liquid Sleep.

Liquid Sleep

Tired, so tired.
Limbs sag and flow, like water.
Eyelids low.
Each breath heavy,
deep and slow.

Stars ripple, in cold black lake.
Body fuzzy, floats.
Visions drift like boats.
Fish leap.
Liquid sleep.

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