I am Where? In my Art.
Over here, Over there, everywhere I am, I am.
Good ol’ Susie made some art-Where art I? Art I? Oh.
I have never hired anyone to sit for me. My people who people my canvases are The People who people my mind. Here a people, there a people, every where a peep hole, people.
People . What a funny word, especially when you write it , many times, in the same sentence.
The same sentence.
Oh, what a sentence it will be.
How I do struggle, with all the Angst pushing against the walls of me, like a giant Volcano Person.
Do you feel me? How can you? I’m over here and you are Way, Way ……..over there.
This little Ditty is entitled, “The Reckoning”. ©STMartin2011
I loved my father, my hated father. Oh, how I love him still. He could do no wrong in my eyes. Oh, but how wrong he did. A hater of some, lover of others…my mother? I’m not sure. Sure, they loved. But did they LOVE?
I’m sure I did. DID WHAT? loved. Your Father? No! But, yes. But NO , not like that
I loved him like you love the most beautiful rose-way down in the middle of the thorn bush. So beautiful, so pristine. SO UNTOUCHABLE, UNREACHABLE, unlovable in his lack of love output. He was so put out, when asked for love. Not as put out as mother, though.
OH NOOO! Mother was the furthest put out by an outpouring. Oh, no don’t pour it out on HER. Eww, you’re sticky, get your dirty hands OFF… Ew, you are making me HOT! ….Eww, Susan Todd, you are so HUGGY! What makes you so HUGGY?!
You are JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER. (no, mother!) You are so DIFFERENT from YOUR BROTHER . (but, how mother?)WHERE did you COME FROM? (you, mother?)
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Did they really LOVE?
Do YOU ? Really , Really ??