Song of a Guilty Conscience
A Poem

Pure outlines fragile because they don’t carry any weight blending with parts of the crowd Enough steps between the front and back to make many new paintings to have the calligrapher actually only stop when dead But flogging that carcass is becoming a harder and harder sell as more of us float on our backs than our knees The rightness of over-pursuing a defunct image puts your head into the ring and has its way with it
J.D. Harms 2020
