Author Writings

Neutral Graffiti

I'm a monochromatic being

distracted by a world of color.

I'm a black and white soul

assaulted by the deception of saturation

and shiny things.

In my mind I reside in an achromatic micro niche of crystal clarity.

In reality I slop through the chaotic overflow,

the splatter of

running liquid neon color

on a very neutral background,

running away toward an ocean of oily subterfuge with my will to discern

right from wrong,

that which is real from that which is fiction.

The loud, brilliant colors,

a distraction to take my breath away

and pervert my reliance on the virtue of

a heavy,

sterile blanket

that separates me from the thing

in the window.

The thing holding a wet brush.

The thing looking in.

Cry Not Alone

Forbidden Fruit/Underground

Brighter Blue

Serviceable

Parallax