right hand pointing

 

  Or Maybe

John Grey
 

 

The hat that is not a hat
sits atop the head that is not a head.
The woman who was there all the time
suddenly appears.
It's what I wish for art.
That everything be what it is not,
that whatever reveals itself,
lies it ways to the truth.
Streaks of color move
to the center of things,
inflamed and cool,
natural and phony.
The canvas crowds with
dubious opinions,
eccentric responses.

 

 

 

  

John Grey is an Australian born poet, playwright, musician.  His latest book is What
Else Is There (Main Street Rag). His work has recently appeared in Terminus, Eclipse and Hidden Oak.