Acrylic Interior Scene Depicting 

The tragedy that is intimacy 

between two people executing

the choreography of argument, 

jealousy, and indifference, not 

out of righteousness or sincere erotic 

pain, but as a rational progression 

toward fulfilling a narrative 

in deference to the symbolic

order of mutual defilement on which 

the banality we expect 

from each day depends. Defilement 

is praised as ancient and essential. 

Is this why we laugh at the red 

screen accenting the red 

accents of the theater, the pillars, 

the cushioned chairs? A spear 

of light struck through with red 

glows over the darkened room. When we embrace 

I feel like a paintbrush smearing

my passion into to the absorbent 

screen of a stretched canvas, much pigment

being consumed before the layers begin  

to build up a workable surface.