Overgrown Undertow

Decomposed recomposition

plump nest

palimpsest of all that's left.

Struggling to be born,

wrangling life's horns

honking endlessly like a penguin that can't drive

excruciating evisceration

like a silly squeak from a shattered beak

descending deeper

reverse creeper

now I'm eepier 🥲

Painting: 20” x 10”, acrylic, paint pens, & artificial grass on canvas
end of 2024 - early 2025
Poem: July 11, 2025