escher poetry — [ζ] :: 1

passing the muse
crying over the death of sullivan

i followed
to my crude 21^st century eyes
the overcrowded images

until holbien mugged me

five fingers
        &
a thumb
    7

i don’t like the painting
it mugged me

it’s been a difficult day
now i can seep

i don’t like that skull
it breaks the flow

like shakespearean tripped rhythm
like the sound poet’s collages