Francis Tikava Poems
|1.||Eight Legged Messiah||2/10/2012|
|3.||Preist Or A Runner||2/22/2012|
|4.||For Every Moment I Am Yours||2/22/2012|
|8.||Washed Up Tablecloth||1/15/2012|
|9.||A Canvas In Retrospect||1/18/2012|
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A Canvas In Retrospect
Away from me now!
I cannot feed you, clothe you or care for you,
Your stolid nature and frail frame depress me.
A painting, you claim, a work of art,
But there is no art in aching and crawling,
You laud what is true,
No matter the nature in rotting trees,
Each brush stroke is like a dart,
My heart, the bull’s eye, is shrinking.
And soon I will not gape at your self-righteous face.
You have no home here, I forget your embrace.