He picks up where most of us leave off. Even though his neck tie is always neat and his hat is always proud, trailing shirt tails languish absently by the his rear. He swaddles his Eliot under his pit, allowing his glasses to slowly dip towards the tip of his bulbous, purple nose, as he…
Tag: #rembrandt
Jul15
Love was lost and found in the tears.A painted heart, crystalising our fears.The democratic dishwashers,With Kitchener approving, clock watchersSitting in groups, their eyes wide open,Tear gas tearing them, a bloodshot token,And hands in hands hands lands to bandsOf brothers, not sisters, drifting like sands,A desert of lost partnershipsMasked by the haloed, sun-crowning eclipse. Rembrandt, Dutch…