This painting is entitled Covet as it conceptualizes the fruitless fantastical fantasizing we find ourselves engaged in as we continuously compare the contents of our cups to how half full another’s is. We covet the relationships of people, prestige, property, power, privilege, etc. In doing so, we are resisting the present moment and gratitude for what is already ours. Oftentimes, six feet deep holes are disguised by greener pastures.

Poem Below:

Monetized Monogamy

A lover placed on layaway found between the cushions. Vibrational currency scraped up with the same frantic nature that the guilty collect themselves with

when caught
in the wrong decision and wrong bed.

Placeholder in a shadow
worn into a formless friendship.

It’s already been lived.
Our honeymoon high- and low-end.

A winged frame like hers
taunts the hermit,
exploits his insecurity.
Self-esteem fashioned of day drinks, a mind which liquifies

when the other head on his shoulders disappears.

The two of us and our drugs wanting love.

Companion plant to a rose.
Our tasteless, insoluble reality
with an almost-aliveness
that intimidates the weary like a clock with only a long hand.

Failing flowers.
Monkey see
evil and how it obliterates,
monkey do evil and often it liberates.

In ruins reminiscing over a runaway romance, I took my lover off layaway.