Will stay


but not fight


in the lewd sun.


Bring down infamous rain;

the fingernail and the boot.


I will sit here. Tender.


But a still-life is a dead thing.

I saw one sit and never breathe again.


I paint corpses,

apples and such,


and the red ones dance

like they were paid.


It’s all in the head.  They are dead.

And roll off the stage.


Feb 26


2 Responsesso far.

  1. Vicky Curtin Vicky Curtin says:

    Thank you so much Peter!

  2. peterlebaige peterlebaige says:

    Another little miniature! I love the dancing apples , the ‘lewd sun’ and ‘infamous’ rain. How freshly painted it all is!

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