Post Mortem, a painting by Lewis 1964

I stumble through Bosky paths,

Faces clutched deeply By the mocking darkness. 

I feel through solid Black,

Blinded by piñatas.

A xylophone counting my steps,

Striking off my seconds.

Fish with Bulbous eyes and tiger print scales,

Bleached rabbits with racoon ears,

Kiwi Birds with no Beaks,

and constantly, the B.

All watch as B leads me astray:

Death By B.

Standing Female Nude with Blue Scarf, a painting by Tolstoy

I stand, nipples blooming from dying buds,

Erect and laced with goose bumps, untouched.

Once supported by slender shoulders,

Now held by man’s strength.

My plump bottom aches and juts,

Awaiting inexistent fingertips.

My muscles stretch,

Forming my missing half.

A pot-belly clings to me,

brewing butterflies.

A trail for grazing lips,

unwalked.

I peer down to my thickening legs:

Thick trunks I envisioned

wrapped around my own,

still propped by dainty knees.

My eggs begin to burst and crack,

slipping between my closing folds,

spilling womanhood.

I cast aside my scarf,

My change bare for hissing eyes,

My shame is their.

Early in the morning a painting by Rosenquist

Pop your pill and pluck each of my segments

Pluck with darkened fangs and scrape my rind.

Legs escape logic as city’s fall through thin slits,

                                                         Sew me whole.

Scrapers dance along my stomachs edge,

windows crack to smell my thoughts.

Pull my stitching and lay me open.

Spill my nectar, colour the earth with my pulp.

Float from the barren floor sodden with my sap,

to the sky, torn indecisively,

                                            see what my acid does. `

“I am the hero of Africa”- Idi Amin

Rorschach.

                                                 Rorschach tells me:

                                                                                                white black white black;

                                                                              white spills

                                                                                              to black.

                                                        crocodile strains                             to snap cross,

                                                                                           devour.

                                                Victorious arms stretch              to shrieking cat in eyeball,

                                                                                                                       Almond.

                                                              Butchery faded white in black,

                                                                                                  Africa’s hero takes his throne:

                                                White dot black                            white dot black

                                                                                                                       SOS