It's Not Art Unless It Has the Potential To Be a Disaster

Photo by Christopher Jobson for Colossal

The gallery’s ready

The artist is in

The crowd stands waiting

For it to begin

The doors are open

The Chardonnay flowing

Critics’ heads nodding

With insiders’ knowing

Wallets are bursting

With checkbooks and cash

While patrons muse anxiously

“Genius or trash?”

The gasp is collective

Rejection? Disdain?

“It’s perfectly awful-

He’s done it again!”

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Flash 55 Plus

Summer Night

Nocturne in Black and Gold, James McNeill Whistler, wikimedia commons

Night softens the day's edges

The moon erases

boundaries

Rubs out distinctions

Sky becomes earth becomes trees

Feet become sidewalk become paws

Arm becomes leash becomes dog

Separateness becomes oneness

Footsteps blend with

the clicking of paws

the thud of heat lightening

the trill of crickets

the bass rhythm of frogs

A soup of sound,

thick and nourishing

We walk,

an aggregate of bone and skin and fur, 

wrapped in the warm muddy mist

of a summer night.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Non-FB Friday, Finding the Right Tone

Great Expectations

The Artist In His Studio by Rembrandt

Potential looms large

Over an empty canvas

Painter hesitates.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Weekend Mini Challenge - Ekphrasis

Pigeon Superstition

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You tell me that you love me

But you run so hot and cold

You hug me then you shove me

I just can't get a hold

You swear to God you need me

And then you walk away

You never wanna see me

Then you're beggin' me to stay

You're random with affection

I just can't seem to score

It's pigeon superstition

Keeps me pecking for more

You say that I'm so special

That no one else will do

But then I find your texts

with all the girls you wanna screw

You plead with me to keep you

You need me by your side

But I can't help from feelin'

I'm being taken for ride

You love me then ignore me

It's paradise or hell

It's pigeon superstition

and it's workin' so well

I love you and I hate you

You got me in a rage

It's pigeon superstition

and I'm stuck in the cage.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, The Tuesday Platform  and a very belated
Pigeon Superstition