I would like it to flow a little better
but I do not quite know how yet
I think I just have to feel the rhythm again
of the boats in the ocean.....
a boat of a painter in
the middle of the sea
easel set up between
the benches, rocking
another bigger boat
with purple velvet benches
cradling a dead king
and the offerings left to him
hits the boat and the painter straggles the two
paint brush dripping on dead lips
and he reaches
he takes
hungary
beaten by the sun
slipping, he falls smudging faces all kiss kiss
boats float
away and the green apples in his arms drop
in the water a
woman walks onto the canvas and curls
inside the core
like a worm
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