(Inspired by Travis J's starter line/idea & David T.)
Half a man
Laying before me
Clean shaven
Head
As much
As mine,
He could be
My brother,
More so
Than my
Own flesh
And blood.
We share
Our art
& love
Of ladies
& love
Itself.
Colors are
Spewing out
In high gloss
Fashion,
A testament
To temporary
Art captured
Like a native
American's
Soul stolen,
To be bought
And paid for
Later.
He is saving me
So I can return
The favor.
We both just
Want to find
A way
To do what
We love
And get paid
For it.
The room is
So stark
And bare
Save the
Luminous screen
Spinning in
Colors only
The deep space
Of the Universe
Can make
In all of
Her glory,
To dwarf
The space
Like a grain
Of sand
In an
Hourglass
For eternity.
The air shifts
Between
What is there
And what
We see
On the projection
Screens
Of our
Collective
Imaginations…
So what
I see
Isn't just
What another
Could look
At,
But dream
With me.
