Fled from
the kiss of the wrong.
And I ran down the road.
Past the streets of creation.
Where the houses
open up their walls
and let me peek
at the painters paint.
Along asphalt paths
slippery with my sweat.
Lit by the black sun.
Along treadmills.
Through hamster's wheels.
Till the black air
tore open
and bled light.
And it rained light.
A pillow. And curtains.
And smile. And guilt.
And everything else.
(c) Korou Kh. 5/01/09
Only 1 panel left to go for the "do peace" series. The finished 1s are put up here. Btw these are the works resulting from my extrapolation of the concept behind the "bed ins" performed by John and Yoko which i mentioned in my previous post. The last one will be done within a week from now. And it will be " just like dat peace " !!
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