Friday, May 5, 2017

Degrees of profession


Develop a certain
-skill set-
as in business, with cool callousness 
as in karate where
the belt be the crown, that designates 
the title or rank, currently

The executive balancing his arches
strapped acrost the tautly
ill-suited rung to sole,
checks his elevation, adjusts the white collar
and gauges
                    his next move.

Now, 
undo what was taught to you
as a rule, reject the ready-mades-

the artist sees these to steal everywhere,
his palms itch and brow drips with want, 
keeping it in,
he delicately destroys his visions,
brushing this distorted imagery away-
missing the point
                               of manipulation.

But by degrees of depth
-perception-
These Two, these too,
Race like Humans
to make names
that mark more than maker, dreg
on the bottom
left
worse off

The blue suits are more, deflecting danger,
The artist, unafraid of crimson, leaves a line
tethered to nerves
that steal
and is broken 
down to blur.



Self portrait By Manuel Pereira da Silva [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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