apple and rice medley

having left over dinner
in the cafeteria
alone

this doesn't faze me (okay maybe a little)
i've been here many times
at various stages in life

i know that this is forward motion
even if it feels, looks, and tastes like loneliness

i can overhear young people
talking about their young troubles
cellphones, boys, random subject class assignment
spirited monologues about the night before or the drama at so-and-s0's party
could be only one person talking for all i know

i try to participate in socializing
at least try to look up
and smile (a dead giveaway of the alone)

i don't "belong" here
i don't fit in
but i'll endure it because art study is my life blood!

Post Coital Hum

your skin glows
and velvet
grainy aura
diffuse
aura exhales nimbus cloud
from every pore
sweet smell
giddy, dizzy, complete
lazy sleep
slipping in and out
brought back by your voice

feb 09

Oil Pastel and turps on paper.
and some graphite
12" by 18"