She sits composed, not as a woman,
but a lavish landscape of angles and cubes,
a psychic collage of splintered dissonance,
framed in fractured facade of anguish.
The body portioned into pile of unsettling planes,
the face split between skewed profiles,
the misaligned eyes displaced downward,
the limbs contorted into implausible grace.
All depict the geometry of emotion,
not a reshuffled shape of reality,
an embodiment of inconsistent identity.
The jade fingernails disrupt
the flowing fractured form
with glowing color of concealed liveliness,
or of radiant rebellion, a disguised diligence
that something within her
opposes the distorted repression.
The facial deformation isn’t a style preference,
etched on unusual emotional visage,
but an artistic assertion of authority.
Yet, with the display of her amazing vivacity
defacing doesn’t demolish Dora Maar,
but accentuates her charisma.
Inspired by Dora Maar With Green Fingernails by Pablo Picasso
each step
down an overstep
emacing
defacing
the pond's complexion
and its inflexion
reflection
'The Man in the Moon
Came down too soon,
defaced by space race
and telescoped stares.
The Moon face and myths unmasked
to reveal mere pockmarks and dark blotches.
What is more, Man on the Moon
has scarred the Moon's face forever
with humanoid stares, enlightenment,
footprints, flags, graffiti and junk.
For Heaven's sake, let it be.
Faceless blobs soar through the sky
Countless figures passing by
Eyes to the ground, I try to miss his glance
The glint, although, tells me I have no chance
Darkness creeps into my senses, my soul
My heart sinks, unable to bear it at all
Escaping this void, the exit I must find
He needs no words, he can read my mind
And speak to me without uttering a word
“You’re worthless; a waste” Nothing left unheard
He beckons me to follow, and hatred he fires
And so, gets me to do whatever he desires
I, oh so willingly, follow my own destruction
As the cluster of leaves turn back to faces, my vision became free of his obstruction
He wasn't a human, not a disease nor its cure
He was this stifling feeling, I was forced to endure
Yet, clarity couldn’t fix what’s broken, lessen the agony I contain
He disappeared, although, his words still remain
Stirred so hard, I’m unable to undo; too weak to fight
This hollow bark, still unfilled, I’m empty from inside
Joe Riggs was a professional clown
who was forbidden to show a frown.
His smile was painted on
fans saw 'twas a con
when his makeup performed a meltdown.
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