Wednesday, December 12, 2012

vengeance (wood board, acrylic, collage, glue and wooden pick up sticks)

When I am called

we are running 
across los angeles
as fast as we can

hiding under doors
you sing a song you
learned as a child

the song of the aphid
a beetle crawls
into your ear

now we are on a lake
in orange county 
drinking milk

the water is covered with flowers
they are as red as the sun
you can see for more than a mile

your eyes glow in the grey
like the LAPD
your teeth are made of fire