10-30-07 - A High School Poem

Just back in Fort Worth from St. Louis and I'll have lots to say about that but since haven't put anything up for a while and gotta go do some shopping for my mom now I think I'll do something quick like - oh there - leaning up against the counter in mother's kitchen where it's been for forty-five years - put here on cuke a poem I wrote in high school in art class - wrote it on a heavy white piece of art paper - written over a quick sketch of someone who doesn't look at all like me on it drawing, written with - I forget what it's called - that chalky type of stuff artists make sketches with.  Written below in pencil is: 12th grade spring day outside project RH.S. [Smith?] art class. Reproduced below with the same spelling and captitalization.

I DON'T WANT TO DRAW

ANYTHING INCLUDING

A WOMAN IN THE RAW

OR A PRETTY many hued thing

OR A BROWN BUDDING TREE

OR THE POSTUR OF SOME BOY

OR THE CHOPPY CHURNING SEA

OR THE SHADOWS OF A TOY

OR Sur-Realistic rot

WITH COLORS COLD and Hot

I JUST WANT TO SITE AND STARE

BLANKLY AT THE BLOWING AIR