I toss...
I twirl and toil to paint pictures
of dapper dapples on the canvas of my mind
reaching for no far-fetched description
of what prying eyes in me should find.
Tamed-
-reined is my youthful colt
Heavy burden...
too early,it doth bear
ere 'tis fullyfledged and grown.
Now...
A horse,but a flimsy dade
which in tasks' face dawdles.
Cravings to be lightsome and nimble
are in him but splay of hue
Thoughts denied...
Expression draped.
Like a cloud that would wager to rain.
Under pressure..
Like the colt,i gibber.
My writhe is not of one,but twain;
the outer load i bear,
and my chambered apparition.
I long to make my gleams ajar
and to no man owe explanation
i am the horse,spoken thus far
in my paintings it is found.
I thus reckon my self a lone lense
'twixt azure's undercoat and the cloud
portraying myself in picturisque...
Of outstretched arms and leg-
-ArAbEsQuE.
