A quiet bus serene and filled
with slow sounds of rain and slight chatter
music playing in your headphones
and the path of trees flying by
the bus is quite smooth today
we pass the next stop with a group of six girls,
the serene peaceful still and faint sounds
Burst into a loud corruption
Of chatter and gossip
The max volume of your headphones
cannot silent the girls
Your stuck like this until you arrive to your destination.
You speak of being offended by toxic positivity as you sit there in your Carhartt beanie choking down a chai latte.
As if you knew the impact of a “you should smile more.” Or “it can’t be that bad, cheer up!”
when you’ve just had your lip split open by a baseball bat. You never had blood gushing from your brow on the wet pavement or the world reject you. You have never known the courage it takes to stand up and start again with nothing but your integrity.
The worst thing that has ever happened to you was not getting exactly what you wanted from a phone call to mommy.
So yeah, fuck you and your entire facade. Trying to coin sympathy from a phrase that you could never possibly understand.
White on White: Kazimir Malevich, 1918
We pick up
and put them back
and the what
that remains ajar
the paste, polishes and paints
a more accurate picture
in the frames
The canvas's never blank
but is always man made
and she stands before Michaelangelo
where neither can speak
because the point of reference
the two and the three
a spectrum of light
between fossil and bone
the mind and the body
parting like foam
in the mouth
where life is
white on white
Suprematist Composition: White on White
Kazimir Malevich 1918
Imitating Art challenge @TheWolfeDen