Mike Ellis
He lives off scraps somewhere north of High Park,
and bleeds art into the air in sections,
Mike Ellis, I don't know you...
but your colour is confession,
paint,
wrapped in the pale yellow ribbon of childhood,
tells of an ancient
paper sun, illuminating figures
on blue silk canvas.
Copyright © Ph.D Volo Von Wolfenstein | Year Posted 2012
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