Morgan Michaels


Here - Poem by Morgan Michaels

Here is a sort of Niccolo Di Buonacorso color
Blood, chrome yellow, thumbed into clay
Brushed into stiff canvas;
Gold, thinned with a saint's cool tear.
Connecting the highlights- an isosceles solvation.
Done in a demi-millennial groan
And a green that grows on the sun's west side;

Here, another. Ascites
A thirsting cupid
Squeezed from the world's wound
Catching each precious drop
(Rudely gulped by a cardinal) ,
As if champagne.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013


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