|By: Doug Littlehat|
Does charcoal smell like ink? Of course!
Writing on paper bags from the grocery
store to hand in tomorrow.
“Education” whispers donkey, who is wise and stubborn.
Drinking water and eating from flavorless corn cobs.
Trying to rehydrate the dead dry flowers
who’s master wears tattered clothes.
The only place near is so far from home.
Residing in the country “CMN Library,”
anyone can become a citizen.
So grab a seat in the building of chairs and books.
They will give you a ride!
local transit, it free for me.
On the journey to the “country” the music of inaudible
chatter over the CB radio echoes in the bus.
All seems like a Picasso, very abstract, distorted.
From this we learn to understand out of confusion and chaos.
Vanitas Still-Life by Edwart Collier, 1697, Oil on canvas