Chap lips beg to be licked – which just exacerbates the situation
So perhaps a self portrait (in oils).....and then....some poetry...by me? - sounds questionable to me.
The Ooo Ooo Ah Ah
Her words mirrored a different part of me
A part the weaker me wants to ignore
Truss it up any way you like
It doesn’t change a thing
We indulge those desires within us
That might be better left untried yet true
I can’t say I won’t make the same mistakes
Indeed it’s likely I will
Yes, I’m still young
And – granted - I might not know a thing
This world is so fraught full of potholes
There is no way to avoid them all –
Fall down. It happens, it can be great.
Do what you will but do it with conviction
Take that chance to find new and creative ways
Of picking yourself back up.
I change my mind constantly
About ‘All things are good in moderation’ – they are, they aren’t
No, life is not black and white
I prefer mine in sepia tones
But my thoughts run together at times
Though in this moment I recognize
I truly enjoy those dizzy moments full of unsurety
Any manner of pain reminds us we’re alive
The Ooo Ooo Ah Ah – and I do so love being alive
So pour on the pain – I take it like I take my water
Piping hot enough to scald away my skin
I feel the cleaner from it.
Then after the hair grew out....I still need to work on this drawing skills!