The eternal dilemma of the artist - Can I paint a timeless piece of chocolate and not be thought a pig? Maybe if I drip some blood on it to represent all human suffering? And some drool on the side, for come on, one has to respect the chocolate...
watching a baby run
headlong at an escalator
head thrown back in
suicidal abandon, and a little
a very little envy cloud
forms over my head
until mama holds her tight
whispers sweet nothings
and stops her
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