(OMG LOOK! he forgot
to remove the painters tape,
should we tell someone?)
they wear each other like hats, like masks,
like hair and hair nets,
like birds nests and spilled honey.
the empty green line waits
but words can’t be found.
they are a circus unto themselves,
an orgy of coupling, a welding, a carnival,
partners in the great stumbling dance.
they wear each other
like music wears silence,
like the night wears the moon.
(meanwhile, other clues are given,
attention shifts from vagaries of language
to the eccentricities of the senses).
they wear each other like magicians wear clowns,
like gulls wear the wind,
like somehow nothing seems real
without the written
this magic is called The Naming.
it is also known as
The Empty Green Line. 18×14″. Acrylic on paper on panel.
Painting and poem by clinock.