fāz/Que Pasa

Que Pasa?

Well yes,

indeed,

who ever really

knows

what’s happening

man.

Who ever really knows

which way

to go

next

 

and why?

 

I make

the old vaudevillian

double take,

laughing in night shirts,

at the crossroads

of possibilities

lost in the mirror of masks

searching for my name.

 

But it wasn’t me

anyway

after all

was it?

 

We are so many faces.

 

 

Que Pasa. 18×14″. Acrylic on paper on panel. By clinock.

*(see fāz/ Ada and Anna for back story)*