....a private boat

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I collected words from things my studio mates where throwing

away in the normal trash that belonged in the recycling box.

I wood collect random words maybe 4-5 per wk, after I had a

HUGE pile of words in a basket I started looking for a canvas...



I found these planks of wood in a dumpster near a condo

construction site. Then I went to it,, Taking my time &

now here it is after almost 2yrs.......................





Here is the story that appears on this "almost finished & untitled work"

........................a bitter sweet story.

The title page that it's the story.

once upon a time

children we once where. ...



"boys and girls"

......with our tea cups in hands


.......at age 13

but emotionally

we were afraid

But to not show

....or share

the esoteric

.internal

external

chemical

enlightening

.

.

`wisdom,,....

the winter change

in a whirl 18 arrived

she picks up her tea

the other hand..........

a writer....................

.................she wrote

tricky combination of

.........sensitive issues

she looks me straight

eyes and kisses.........



...............and she nods

wonderfully slow loving

My mind races...........

for two years

the relationship just sort of unwound

external relationship situation

questions I drive in

there was no answer

communicate

to know I sensed something

th vag n ss w ch be.......

spe s of how t t pre i us

earlier attempts

I tried again

her response . ..... _ _____. ..don't construe

"the sky......

.....is falling"

and pats the dog on the head

and doesn't even

utter the words, for I know

ambivalence to sheer dread

though we stayed living together

another couple of years



letting go

water in the teapot......

..........memories from the past floating

traditions and obligations

ancestors before us who

...........................also use the current


out of that

well


offering insights

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My grief hung on like


the sky falling like chaos

freaking out misunderstood

chimpanzees..................

seeking revenge.............





Revenge is a natural, biologically



sick dark

difficult to discuss

Detachment

undiagnosed I struggled

the gnawing truth detachment

destroying, the love you lack

substance abuse

suicide alcoholic thinking



drink to drink, despair, harm

deeper numb A strange

equilibrium posses the spirit



craving for revenge

romanticize revenge

if your heart's

stolen overnight

I offer it to you now

revenge and forgiveness

-forgiveness

my way out

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