People throw their hearts at strangers, don't they?
Splattered on a canvas
Or, scrawled on a wall,
Art
Is just
A husk of form
Without the artless agony
Of daily life:
The strangled scream
And the carving knife.
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Splattered on a canvas
Or, scrawled on a wall,
Art
Is just
A husk of form
Without the artless agony
Of daily life:
The strangled scream
And the carving knife.
?si=7BIHf1FtgOGt03JY
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Red Brick Keshner
Mon 20th Jan 2025 12:44
That’s probably why I stuck with poetry, at least it’s something substantial to be chucked in strangers’ direction 🕊😊🙏🏻🌹