Poetry – Page 6 – Skeleton At The Feast

Fragments (c. 2020 PC)

Curator’s Note: Pencil on paper, c. early 2020s PC (Pre-Crash), Austin, Texas. These fragments were likely part of a notebook or workbook.

You patiently wait…

The world is full of small things to be noticed.

Chirps and squeaks and red-yellow hum…

Secrets? When you have a masked alter ego, why not?

Your words shape minds; your own most of all.

I am deeply grateful for this cup of tea – without it I’d be asleep, you see.

No Tyrannosaurus Rex here, folks.

I speak from this space where my Lord has many faces.

Life and change are inseparable.