dark (april fools)

waitingroom4

two foolish ones

attempt

a meaningful conversation

in the night

on the doorstep of spring

their words

slow syllables

emerging

fragmenting

dissolving

their words

dance dark

and

dizzying waltzes

stumbling

falling

under starless skies

they cannot agree

who has the key

to the door

forgetting

it is never

locked

wanting to leave

but tangled

in webs of words

paralyzed

by the spider’s eye

two foolish ones

in the dark

struggling

to speak

to hear

while beyond the door

quiet

brightness

waits

 

poem and art by clinock.

acrylic and mixed media on paper. 12″ x 10″.