an effort at a poem (& paint) during an april storm, a week before leatherwood 50 mile mountain trail race.

Horse

Gallop

Heart

And the heavy gray vines of line.

4/12/13 at 9:02am.

Bad brains & surya

Namaskars, thirty & a bow.

The staccato percussion of a

sky-collapse storm. 

Meanwhile.

Burnt bone black on field of flake white,

it is earth of raw canvas,

Music & movement against/within

An open mouth of thunder. 

Dust of charcoal rolls a broken line,

Echo of a lazarus body.

It is image-jump,

 Wild

surge of mind,

horse gallop heart.

It is haste and the colours of mood.

A frenzied visual jazz,

paint is rope, muscle, language and psalm. 

Paint and her dance

Is perhaps a brute’s

version of

a long-gone

elegance.