how long

i can see through her darkness
that’s hidden behind a scarlet smile
heaven smiles at her sweetly
and i can hear her sing

she stood she stood
uninterrupted somewhere down the line
she stood she stood
uninterrupted and i know
i know why

how long must the creases
erase what is good
how long must i remember
the door that behind her
were memories
burning
were memories blurring

she stood
she stood
in the darkness
hidden behind a scarlet smile
and how long must i remember
how long to forget

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February 24, 2013
Categories: Uncategorized . . Author: Gary

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  • Poetry of one. Voices of many

    My work explores the relationship between new class identities and emotional memories.
    With influences as diverse as Blake and Roy Lichtenstein, new combinations are created from both simple and complex meanings.
    Ever since I was a student I have been fascinated by the theoretical limits of the mind. What starts out as vision soon becomes corrupted into a tragedy of greed, leaving only a sense of decadence and the prospect of a new beginning.
    As temporal phenomena become frozen through boundaried and diverse practice, the viewer is left with an impression of the possibilities of our world.

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