TRANSPARENT
Over the years Our bright acrylic traits Slide, dissolve Pale into watercolour Undefined edges Fine lines Soft colours That fail To arrest Walked past In crowded rooms Looked through At parties And in church Should I Shave my scalp? Daub it in woad? Carry a rose Between my teeth? Tear my shirt To show a rebel heart Still shouts Beneath the brittle skin? Or is there an upside To this gradual becoming Transparent? As the grain of the paper Blue-veined That carries us Starts to show through Freed From the need To airbrush perfection Layer the gloss On the uneven Rough weave of Fibre and splinters A life lived holds As our fading Draws a bridge To an open space Beyond immediacy
Mud at the wall 