He Was Making Sweet Nothings
the old artist [1989]
...he cracked his head
...under the sink
getting
up after dropping
an
empty
drink
he had washed his hands
he was making sweet nothings
short paintings
and
shorter
poems
the tape he was making
spoke
of grief
regret
ego
and
hope
for
the
future
when the tape
ran out
the
tape recorder
found
him
dead
Copyright © Thomas Stanton | Year Posted 2009
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