Strangeheart

 

It's up ahead 50 x 70 x 2 cm - acrylic on canvas

STRANGEHEART

Okay, I admit it, I’m a man.

What’re you gonna do about it?

In a dream

I’m chasing the city’s hero a

round archaic walls, an arrow

dipped in poison chasing me. “Well,

one thing you don’t suffer from is

low self-esteem,” chuckles the doctor. I am a man

I trim a little fat from the steak feed

it to my black lab. The women atop the archaic wall

s are wailing, previews of rape and servitude

circling their heads like hornets on fire.

“Oh God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the market place.”

Roger that. Want me to pick up some milk on the way home?

Trim a little fat feed it to the lab. Shiver in the duck blind.

Wade through wet grass in jump boots. Put the barrel in my mouth

before God-knows-who-else does. Tear the heart out of my own chest

only to find someone strange got there first.