Jeffree Skewes - Down to the river





now at last
nothing goes past
clear views rob
any doubt cast

your spectacular dawn
more than reminds
there's only one present
no glib tallies

so fortunate an art
nothing stands still
this quill pushes
into dry paper an umbrella

worn rather than carried
misfitting overused
curated chatter we
once were warriors

left now behind
shores over there
who cares
how many shadows

slipped through fingers
unable to hold snow
or reveal meaning
it's all pose

a little something
danced late into the night
retrieved imago
a still nostalgia

when the thirst is final
and wine becomes music
we go down
to the river



image: I am suite 2/3, synthetic polymer paint, desert sand, ash on stretched canvas JS

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