Saturday, December 27, 2014

A little bit of midnight fiction

30 x 24 inches
Acrylic on canvas

He was a big man
but only in smoke

so he lived in dreams -
those dark pools of longing.

Fear is a funny, wicked thing -
its venom, paralysis
its voice, the ego.

Small when faced,
a giant monster when not. 

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