The Wife and Kid and Life I Rid - An abstract painting form of word play
I have a wife and kid now, but little did they know, they disappeared a little more than three years ago, nobody knows where they went, not the C.I.A. Every once in a while I smile in real life, I will be dying, this isn’t a lie… Well just a little white lie, I can pretend it’s real, amongst nervously numb smiles, like fingernail clippings of construction papered crescent moons little kids cut out, all different colors, whites, reds, and greens, like a Colorado summer and spring, dreams deliver screams to this silent audience I’ve come to see, not you to see me, but my family tree, her name is destination for peace, little country hills of harmony; I may not bleed, but I shake like I have epilepsy, pupils like an eclipse, the perfect epiphany, Oh look at you! At the edge of silence pointing long envious finger tips, like the antennas of crickets, I can hear you loud and clear, mirrored tears appointing senators, all the same in vain veins. I wonder where they are, maybe completely made up in a book, or a fairytale, look, at the two eyes between the, “L,” and the, “K.” Unfocused, a complete distraction of destruction, have you looked away? Because today I’ve decided I’m away from the most center point of soul, cool, calm, and collective, dissecting minds alongside a conveyor belt operating table, everything passing by so fast, I can tell it’s something vast, like a solar powered clock with an eternal back-up battery, with massive electric arms that shatter an abstract sanity, towering beyond the universe with realms of clarity, a light bulb sun, and floating galaxies sprinkling like mist from my dry leather skin, where have they gone? My wife and my kid… Like artists and never revealing gifts.
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