Desperate Times Part 1 Poem by Emily Driscoll

it's art
and art is easy
art is blank pages
and empty faces
open mouths
waiting for their fill

i'll fill your eyes with hate
and redeem you in imagery
of two lovers in a sink
bathing

i'll read some lines
from the bottom of the pond
they've been laying there a while
criss-crossing at the axis
the L kissed the M
now we have to start again

things bouncing
all around your head
planets spinning

a distant call from
a tiny child, that
child is you
and now you gotta kill it

planets spinning
and the universe is your's