guess

Pushing myself
Out of one room
Into the next
With the canvas
Eighty percent
On the north wall
Twenty on the east
I thought
When I was truly alone
Did I lament
At the possibility
Of this white window
Staring back
Saying never will
You put a drop
On me, never will
You make a mark
At this point
It's marked
Beyond recognition
Some surrealist scape
With fantastic rocks
Like half an armrest
Shared in lecture
The red blackness
When lights dim
And eyes adjust
To slides
To projectors
Producing heat
Fumes from a marker
Calls like a chore
Remember Tweety?
Draw me a Tweety
Tweety appeared
Airbrushed on
Black bombers
In memoriam
And here I am
At work wearing
Guess