Mare Morning

When you awake, shall you find the answer to fate?

in the sorry patches of bristling murder bushes.

When you scratch your self in the tangled thorns of hate,

water the patches, with some red liquid waste.

Will this happen when you awake?

Or, on waking will the sun dawn

Enlighten your eye to a mourn!

Will this cry defray you?

In the night past, while you slept...

"Was it real or a dream in the night?"

Did its mare chase you off the abyss?

This cry of morning scared you awake-was it the mare of the night?

Crying its failure at your escape...

off the abyss to awakening? 

Now what of those murder bushes?

shall they break your fall?

Scrape you all down to ground?

when you awake-these bushes now grown into trees

harboring apples

fleshy and sweet

to be plucked

There - those bushes

bristling in the cry of a dawn

well fed from your fall you see

your ground packed about their thorny roots

well watered yes!

with red liquid waste

the risky slitted waste of hated fate

well watered and grown tall

the mare mourns down abyss a thorny patchy trees...where,

apples hang unplucked though ripe

he mourns a poor castration

there you lay asleep -- with nightmares chasing

towards a new morn

The dawning morn of fate

there the abyss awaits deep in its past visitations

it's iris of trees grown deep dense and impenetrable

there! the mare mourning, Murder!

Mourning Murder!

it's a poor castration!

there you awake to the morn.

Deep in bristling contemplation.

Mare Morning Mare Mourning it's a poor C

This painting, Mare Morning, 12/11/2020 is Approx 5'  by 6' . It is mounted on a black backing for the photography.

The Galley price of  Mare Morning, is $60,000.00

My finished work is trimmed and mounted on black canvas in a box frame