he loves ball-point pens
because he can write in blue.
he mutters gospel gospel gospel gospel
& I never bother to ask what he means.
‘She thought he was stone like the statues in Antioch. Mary looked out at him and she could hardly move, he was so beautiful. She clothed herself in the raiments of Damascus—’
as if having the knowledge of walls
was enough to pull out the pigments that characterizes
the will to live. they think that’s why van gogh drank paint.
"Alchemical Poetry" - Dreama J. Kattenbraker, mixed media on canvas, 36" x 60"