bytemesys

what we really need is a femininomenon!

(a what?)

a family tree inspired sketchbook page

YOU’RE TOO YOUNG AND YOU CRY ‘TIL YOU’RE SOAKING WET

YOU’RE NOT YOUR FATHER BUT YOU WEAR HIS CLOTHES TO BED

not wasted years

no

I remember clear the afternoon

teaching other bored students

when the subject matter at hand

clarified

became crystal in my own mind

how many times said:

tutor notes

are ideas put down

without passing through

the minds of either

teacher or student?

& there I was

one hot afternoon early June

in my own epiphany

passing on ideas

that now made better sense

than when I’d received them

those sunny afternoons

those years

before

**((Acrylic painting 03/21 by: me))((“Duality”))**

I have this Pain in my body

left side of my chest

It’s an emptiness inside me

it’s a meal for my regret

I didn’t hear them screaming loudly

as I walked in front of it.

Like smoke billowing clouds 

Rush up to the heavens

in a critical pattern

Reminiscent of days

when the fire burned clean

between us

back before

the variables of time

and nights I’ve lost my mind

brought impurities into the flames

now instead of orange

they burn bright green

things are never

exactly what

they seem

she loves

me she

loved

me.