Painters’ Exhalations 200
(After Guy Pène Du Bois’ Lawyers)
Disguised voices, though brazen
amid light’s open shirt,
arranging
a
trickery
lying
within the coat sleeves
of defense stratagems
or
contemplating chokeholds
containing
literature
hiding
within the eyes
of
the blameless found
steamrolled by barrage’s
categorized
guilt?
Painters’ Exhalations 201
(After Giuseppe Dangelico Pino’s Early Morning)
She
barely
dressed and more alert
than the cluttered bed
of cotton warmth
she sits atop
nearly
levitating.
A living mirror
decorated sameness as
morning’s outfit
drapes
from the breasts
of a swirling air
honeymooning
before eruption of
voices
declares an end
to white flags
waving,
a brand of peace
rarified in percentages
of miniscule existence.
Painters’ Exhalations 202
(After Kathleen McCloud’s Be Melting Snow)
Dissipation exists in the outlining
of evasive salmon heads
diving,
marble eyes leading,
performing
brief spells of aerial commands
prior
to the lake gorge
disconnecting swerving
fins from
the eyes of massive, paw-swiping
grizzlies gone
fishing. Dissipation
as the fingerprints of snow’s
powdered touch
creating sculptured
topographic
contours, lying still amid the ground’s
risen knees, saluting freedom
prior
to light’s hands
unzipping
body heat
descending
imprinting self
as does
the
indifferent
dog, gone from the watching
leash, leather
and
overwhelming request’s
from the owner’s all-alone
surroundings.
