opening night

in anticipation
of the grand soiree
i liberated my easel
colors and palate
from the darkened
corners of my mind
and living space

stretched fabric on canvas
until human in form
a truer self portrait
is requisite
for this long
ocean faring journey
to the newest world

i must do so
to save myself from becoming
a dead metaphor
american pastoral

exotic tongues
lap at saint augustine’s wounds
thank god i ordered plenty of champagne
and hors d’ oeuvres
for everyone in the gallery

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