Hiding


Faces reveal a lot you know
I can see you are heavy with the burden
of your story that you don’t want

to tell me……

it’s six o’clock in the evening
and you’re waiting for a sign from me
whether you might love me

or not……

smoke makes a veil across your face
stiff humour clouds over powerful vanities
no melody can make you see

the tears in your heart……

Your eyes are dry with life
lived like a dream wanting
affection just because you insist

on getting attention……

Your face is smooth from abstract affectations
Your mind is filled with passionless patterns
Your reality is Hiding

inside a slight of hand……

You will paint better one day
when you discover
that Art has incarcerated your being

in its jail of perfect proportions……

Hotel Esperia Genova, 9 11 1999