Artist

Dedicated to a very good friend of mine - my partner in Art.

I am slipping
into a black hole in the universe
where insecurities and solitude call my name.
They want me to retreat, sit, and share a cup of coffee and cigarette.
To my surprise (well, not really)
You were invited also.
You see,
You and me,
We have this thing where,
as artist,
We feel what most people can not touch
We think about s**t that people want to leave alone
And we dream in a place where the sun attempts to peak her head.
We connect, my friend
my comrade.
We can retreat here together, you know!
This could be it!
It could start with you reaching inside of me
And cradling my pain in your bare hands
Speak to it;
Sing it a song in words that only we know;
Nothing silly, please!
Because I am serious…
We can make this our home;
We will fill our bellies with Puerto Rican rum,
Sleep on water stained cots
We can waste our nights and days
staring at the ceiling
talking, talking, thinking, painting…
Cook up a mixture of our blood and oil colors
And use it to paint a picture of a city we both love and hate!
And who knows…
Maybe one night, out of pure drunkenness
You will leave pieces of yourself in my womb
making me the bearer of a new generation willing to carry on the ways of our life…

My friend…
We are falling!
Slowly falling into a black hole in the universe
Where our solitudes call for us;
But I have to say...
it feels really good
to have you by my side.

Reviews

[Kevon]

IN pure confusion I realize I've commented this before..on here then myspace, the second time I read it, sparks flew, forgetting the first time I read it... I guess that's what poetry can do, sometimes you can be even more amazed the second time you read something, even after much time has passed

[Kevon]

I love this piece......any form of art satisfies the artist hunger for something more in which the common hold of reality is unable to give us, Kudos

[Legion]

So let's drink one more and drown in that black hole in the universe. Good write.