Rothko On A Motherless Night
The hollow womb of the universe
Pitch black throw back
The bitumen graveyard starless
Where? Why? Who am I?
The tin can witch holds her whip
flogging, lashing, whisking
the sodium aluminum silicate
until the tone is short and buttery
Jump, stark naked, through the stone circle
Where the wind meets the see the noose ends, free
Will it be me, born again?
Blanka Pesja is a poet and and a painter who designs art education. She teaches pop musicians at the Conservatoire about art, language and image. She produces experimental albums with her DarkEnsemble and promotes a feminist support group of young talented women. She lives north of Amsterdam (The Netherlands) with a cat that seems to hate her.
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