colors in the soft evening light,
seem cozy and warm,
deceitful,
as a bad lover,
the soft colors,
hide the terrors of the night,
cold and uncaring,
waiting only for the light,
to fade out.
Douglas Polk
poetry and art by Douglas Polk. Art is politics . . .written, verbal and visual . . . .involving power, influence and conflict. Douglas Polk
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