I Made the Mistake of Calling Myself that Once
  • I Made the Mistake of Calling Myself that Once

  • maybe the gapped pages
    were on purpose
    the lining of my stomach
    needed some space to shape
    an egg white hatching
    looking over the desert
    and its smoke – are my nostrils
    also that collective tissue
    of experience? I can’t
    find lines to follow myself
    back home in the fog and dark
    above the chickens
    and roosters roost to call the red light
    out of blood and straw
    time atrophies
    its immaculate sweep of mountains
    has settled into the pathetic shape of a man

    Adrian Kien

  • 12" x 12"
  • Oil pastel on matboard/wood panel
  • 2012
  • $650.00
  • Available for purchase online »