Vignette 12.
Pink-feathered
blue-beaked,
I don’t particularly portend
Death.
(1st big word I’ve been told to speak.)
I usually perch
as a little owl, Glaux,
on the shoulder of
bright-eyed Athena.
I illuminate her one dark side
to give her
whole,
not half-
vision,
seeing what others don’t.
Some call that Wisdom.
(2nd big word in my script. Treble Clef-10 is calling the shots here.)
About that death-thing,
Treble-Clef-10 abandoned
a frayed, black paintbrush,
not before painting
in white
on my black irises
ART IS DEAD
commoditized
in hotel lobbies
in hipster bars
in vaults of anonymous investors
uncoupled from the pulse of people.
Hey, I didn’t narcotize Art
(3rd big word.)
Glaux just had to elegize it.
