Hey Poetspeak!
the boxheads are
gathered on the corner
resistant to concede
their absence.
they’re waiting,
wondering, why they
haven’t been invited
here, to shout,
or pout, or spend a
a few months.
Your abstract
paintings, nimble,
eternal, and potent
need a new place to hang.
your gritty abstract words
spray painted
across the wall of our
imaginations were always
in permanent markers.
wake up the 1970’s
subdue those
sidewalk wanderers
and divulge their
confessions.
open those gaudy
movie theaters
and arouse our
imaginations.
we’ll pull our hats down
over our faces
when we leave.
Lay out your brushes
and your pen.
Curtail your absence,
your words are missed.








I saw the title and had to check it out. lol
I remember the block heads or was it box heads?
We’ll see if they make an appearance or if they are retired drinking a Mai Tai in Hawaii. Lol
Aha – it WAS box heads. Must fix that. Thanks for the comment, Adel. 🙂
Perhaps their heads are too thick to fit here. LOL.
What an awesome, whimsical calling out to PS. Hopefully he sees this and picks up his slack!
Time will tell. He popped into my head so…. Thanks for the comment, Styx. 🙂
He has been popping in on the site. But you never know he may see this and pop up this week.
He popped into my head so I wrote it. Thanks for the comment Fia.
Ha! Forgotten about Box Head. I hope PS submits his artwork in here. He gifted me such a piece and it now holds such a poignant place in my world. You do him justice here.
Thanks for the comment, Ghosteen. 🙂
Cleverly penned, Tim. What a tribute to the man himself. Speak, is one of a kind. Hope he sees this. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
I really appreciate all your comments, Damian. Many thanks.