blame me by Richard Hanson

The Mystery and Melancholy of a Street, by Giorgio de Chirico, 1914. b. Italy.

blame me

irony
(more than it should)
brings mirth to lip;
they shed their skin they
grope a viscous life
to mask the nakedness but still
their eyes
uncontoured vacancy
create
enhance
remember
sheathing, viscous
coat that looks like you

it looks
it looks like you
she said, unfazed;
a wrathful look approached
and sticky rain began to spit
do not confuse me
dear
my age reveals the scope of
signs repeated
dear
do not confuse like me
your terms are incorrect;
as me
as me sounds truthful
don’t you think?

she placed a hand in sticky rain
and laughed
 speaking
‘camera man
your lens is not
an eye’
 while mountains crumbled.

Richard Hanson

Richard Hanson explains, "blame me is an expression of self-loathing during the creative process. It’s motivated by the nagging feeling that attempting to ‘make art’ is futile. The poem forms a mockery of my own attempts at creation, and the facades, falsities and pretenses that have often plagued me."