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Acrylic on Canvas, created for the poet Kristian Zenz to accompany this poem:
St. Clair’s Cathedral
It was something she said, One August afternoon That stuck like glue
And had me in a bind.
Her stare to arrest,
Her hair of auburn Absorbing the lake’s blue, Spilling like a landslide Her sinister smile fades An ethereal haze Punctured plastic rays That white wave, I ride And she’s so surreal
The eye of her hurricane, A shock to the landscape. I can no longer hide. Under the sheets,
My body is ablaze
In Saint Clair’s craze Gently in the good night
A paralyzing phase,
The blood boils
In erotic turmoil
Gently in the good night
On her knees,
My body is amazed
By Saint Clair’s craze
And I’m going blind!
I can’t move,
And I have no power
Disillusioned
By loving her
And I’m going blind—
I can’t move.
But I’ll climb that tower, covered in ivory Vines brushed behind her ears
Listen closely, and hear my breathing Rising out of fear
It’s my heart beating to a rhythm infused Bouncing back off brick walls
It’s her toxic groove
That I slide right into
My body is pinned down,
But my spirit will rise
And inside her cathedral,
I will release this vice
Which poisons my mind.
Acrylic on Canvas, created for the poet Kristian Zenz to accompany this poem:
St. Clair’s Cathedral
It was something she said, One August afternoon That stuck like glue
And had me in a bind.
Her stare to arrest,
Her hair of auburn Absorbing the lake’s blue, Spilling like a landslide Her sinister smile fades An ethereal haze Punctured plastic rays That white wave, I ride And she’s so surreal
The eye of her hurricane, A shock to the landscape. I can no longer hide. Under the sheets,
My body is ablaze
In Saint Clair’s craze Gently in the good night
A paralyzing phase,
The blood boils
In erotic turmoil
Gently in the good night
On her knees,
My body is amazed
By Saint Clair’s craze
And I’m going blind!
I can’t move,
And I have no power
Disillusioned
By loving her
And I’m going blind—
I can’t move.
But I’ll climb that tower, covered in ivory Vines brushed behind her ears
Listen closely, and hear my breathing Rising out of fear
It’s my heart beating to a rhythm infused Bouncing back off brick walls
It’s her toxic groove
That I slide right into
My body is pinned down,
But my spirit will rise
And inside her cathedral,
I will release this vice
Which poisons my mind.