I create using models fashioned of words. |
2004 SLAM Breathing Artist Breath I’m constantly painting my insides and out But not with mascara and rouge, And I don’t ever redden my lips. It’s rare that I deck my own body tree Piling limb upon limb in garlands or tinsel, And I’ve never dangled balls from my ears. I haven’t once spent a fortune on togas, Purchased in dress shops or searched for on-line, And I’ve no interest whatever in wearing a fur. But I do take delight in donning dyed words, Adjusting their texture and color for match, And curling their frolic around my tall tales. I paint up a mountain with bouldered dilemmas, Then assemble my models to stand in repose, Artistically draped in my mood and my voice. Thus, like a child, I sit playing with dolls, Dressing them up with scenes and with purpose, Breathing my breath in their lungs. I mold dreams around them and tickle their interest 'Til they dance on my stage and act in my operas, Flitting about my choreographed pages. With the greatest of skill, I choose what I like, Increasing the size or nipping the excess, With a lift and a tuck, a smooth or a rip. Thus, I’m constantly painting my insides and out From the whispers within me and the stray parts of whole, That beg for a sculpting from my palette of mind. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ |