If Poetry is Natural, What is Nature?

We make art with heart and our feelings

help further our work. “To Mold a

new reality

closer to the heart.” So said Neil

Peart of Rush.

Art and

reality clash with each other

And destroy      themselves

a couple of rival brothers seeking parental attention.

Art changes reality but more often

reality changes art.

The real, (a mixture of) nature and social contract

where the contract allows us

to devour each other

like the fawn

torn apart by the mountain lion.

The artist reaches down deep where she

finds inspiration

but goes too far and ends up psychotic, blowing

out her brains like Cobain.

An image: monarchs migrating across continents

over Mexico, the United States,

some into southern Canada.

One has nearly reached its destination, the

the hopeful sun

shines above,

“My heart and ambition have brought me here” –

a yellow jacket grabs it in mid-air injecting

its venomous sting.

All yellow jacket.