Susan Carr / Massachusetts usa
Painting a poem called “I am grateful”.
Painting is the moon and I am starting to howl
Painting floating inside of my teacup six in the morning OM
Painting in dusky fingered roses the sea laps my ankle
Painting on the blackboard painting on the test painting no cheating
Paint me another round and make it ultramarine this time baby
Bottom of the ninth bases are loaded and I’m up to paint
Painting fleshy pink knobby knees up to my nose nipple coral red round the top
Painting faster, faster running out of paint
Paint flickers deep in cave wall images of paint in four legs and two
And the wind cries paint
Just one more paint, just one more paint, just one more paint, just one more
If I only had a little bit more paint
In the forest of paint chop wood carry water
Tricky inclusive ironic clumsy chewy frenzied subversive highbrow lowbrow talky talk talk
Paint is on the menu
Painting next time will be the best time because this painting is almost the one but not quite, not quite
Painting dressed in black without a sound snatching the jewels under cover of night
I am not old; I am not young I am merely a painter
Painting between two day old pieces of bread painting instead of a glass of milk
Watching painting it is a very good show
Sleepy now will cover myself up in old paintings to keep warm
Hey how come you are so poor? Painting stole me away
The dream of more paint it started like this