To leave a city
take a road a path a track
a river to where
softer water finds
calcium intentions
bathing octopus-inked
skin leather shell swirl fossil
flower and quill. She had carved a film
of salt line crease fold graffiti
circling an arm turning
in water, the dream
scape never seen whole.
To twist when an arm is soft
divides lines spread
smudge mushroom to lightning strikes,
our burnt toast heart swirls with legs!
Jumping beans! Turtle eggs. Blue egg
breakfasts waving in blotches
from a bandit’s nib. The painter,
the pig's-ear carver artiste,
his bandit brush and her inky gun,
painting cathedrals. Our cerulean inks
are melting drops of nostalgia...when
nostalgia is sweet, soft, water.
7/2020
Tattoo, Nat and Jimmy,
Tattoo, Aqua Mole/soft water, This is not Nostalgia, Soft charcoal lines, Nostalgia in Bloom