Fight, fight
To write, to write, to wonder, to lie
Shady trees on a 20th Century tease
Flight, flight
One engine cutting out
To sail in a cloudless sky
Bigger than a view on a Kansas night
The light, the light
Oh, how I chase the light
Patience in a rush
So bored of lusting
So bored with this fight, fight
The blood above the eyes
The blueness beneath
These teeth turning lye yellow, black
Oh, how I’ve chased the light
Sidewalks and country nights
Mistresses for friends and lovers too
Drug binges with rusted tools
The characters and poems and adventures all look the same
Words for relics
And paintings for the depressed
Art is nothing more than layers left behind
Something uncovered in discovery
Reproduced a thousand times, over
To fight, to fight, to love, to write
To be in love with nothing under an Axis sky
By Israel Bayer
“Art is nothing more than layers left behind”
aint that the truth-i love this and i wonder some days if you dont pull your material out of my head (just sayin man the similarities are scary) thank you for making sand paper eyed gritty determination look good-i look for the time when we get to see the world and its everythings without the metallic taste of exhaustion in our smiles perhaps then i t will grace us with more hues to experiment with=who knows-
julie mccurdy
June 4, 2010 at 7:40 am
Thanks J! – Israel
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June 5, 2010 at 10:48 am
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July 12, 2010 at 8:32 pm
i meant to tell you how much i adored this poem, but i forgot. so i’ll just say it now.
thanks, israel!
cat
July 12, 2010 at 8:39 pm