Rebel Snake

                        (after Masaccio)


The part of the whole
Like merely saying it

This is the thing that is drawing
The mouth into the picture

Taken up into a tornado
Not realizing it

Sometimes
Sometimes

It is arguably
It is indefensible

It is merely as water is
The feeling of not wanting

Whoever
Whomever

It's like walking around in a mall
That is mostly circuitously dead

Though people are milling there
With something like feelings harnessed

Into something like children
Which are pulling away as draft animals

Will listen to their own  music
A will of them a nerve of them

That is the fort then indefensible
Love for whoever whomever

Bothered to arrive
In the form of children

They are pure starlight
You can look at in the afternoon

The feeling of not wanting
It is so good on those afternoons

You are the blue shine of the pool
No longer the swimmer itself

You wonder about how your stare
Is now into memory of watercolor