Acrylic
This is the world I created.
Somehow. Without knowing.
One hand in my pocket,
the other with fingers
entwined in red locks.
This landscape stretching
is one that I painted
while pleading the fifth.
I now plead ignorant insanity.
I lost the brush, or
I'd paint fire to it myself.
This chaos. This cacophonous
thunder of images
colliding with idealism.
this is my punk/metal/rave
sheet music, played by
beating hollow sticks
against an ivory cage.
Wagner meets Rage.
This is the world I created.
The world I didn't know
enough to fear.
The world that grew
itself an island. Inescapable.
And I can't remember
how to swim.