F.J. Bergmann Mixed Media Abstract, Mostly Red Graphic, "Fear," by F.J. Bergmann I wish I had a personal space cruiser, painted vermilion but no; my personal space isn’t that interesting a place; I’d like to move by flapping my wings, although this room is an alphabet and crinkles my flight pinions like the first drafts of love letters. Why couldn’t you defragment on your own? The human face is like cheap makeup on good watercolor paper, like blood-red juice staining snow soft as the breast of a magician’s dove, filling my mouth with dry feathers, dyed the scarlet of poppies. My center is holding just fine, thank you very much. I’ve never lost anything that mattered. |