When I tried to kill my nemesis,
I used a palette knife.
It glanced off his ribs
mixed primary colors into secondary colors,
blurred a couple crisp lines.
Each year we enact this scene,
so he can again study the color bruise
and calculate its expiration date.
My nemesis and I do not hate each other,
but compete to capture the art world’s attention,
increase sales through lifestyle over technique.
He has the advantage of poor eyesight
that scumbles his brush strokes,
especially when depicting coffee grinders and baristas.
I wear a red Kepi and round bifocals for spice,
but my northern drawl fails to attract fashionable buyers
and those who suffer motion sickness.
This year my nemesis will attempt to kill me
with a serving of egg drop soup and a fine saki
delivered to my GPS location by a bicycle messenger
wearing an itchy blue shirt without logos.
copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney
During the 1990s I did wear a red kepi and had round bifocals. It was part of my poetry uniform, so to speak. A white shirt, black vest, red kepi. The red kepi was in the style of a Confederate Artillery Captain, though I chose it because of its red color and gold braid.
Scumble is a great word that Dianne introduced me to the other day. I like to think of it as blurring through placing a layer of scum over an image or painting. It leaves us open to new compound word pond-scumble for a light green cast on an image or painting.
In the art world, I think there are a number of artists whose lives and lifestyles do more for their success than their ideas and artwork. Promoting ones work is a difficult task for most artists, so an oversized (overboard) life does help in that respect.
Love & Light