escher poetry — [ζ] :: 1

after feeling the muse
cry at sullivan’s loss

my crude 21^st century self
saw grand crowded images

then holbien mugged me

five fingers
        &
a thumb
        7
NO

today
i seep

i don’t like the painting
it mugs

i don’t like the skull
it breaks the gestalt

shakespearean trip rhythm
sound poet’s collages