The Uncommon Yellowthroat
Sings of every other color.
Her shiny weeping plumage
Sweats blood,
Her song
Bleeds water.
She sings
Uncommon tears
Lamenting
The indifferent chill
Of your unfeeling heart.
Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category
Uncommon Yellowthroat
Posted in Poetry on September 4, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Letter from the Unknown Soldier
Posted in Painting, Poetry, tagged Anna Sea, brutality, death, outsider art on July 6, 2011 | 2 Comments »
My face?
This ain’t nothing.
I saw infant corpses
Laying in rows
Like raw chickens
In a grocery store cooler.
I saw boys gutted alive,
And I saw the wild dogs at work
Eating them.
I saw young children
With ghastly wounds,
Covered with maggots and flies,
Crying for their Mamas.
I saw brains burst out
Of skull wounds;
I saw an infant trying to nurse
At his dead Mama’s limp breast.
I saw living people
With their faces blown away, limbs,
Stumbling around helplessly,
Close to death.
I saw an odd figure,
A genderless, faceless human
Covered in the black crust
Of a burning,
Yellowish pus oozing out all over,
Glistening in the sun,
Standing prone,
Arms suspended away
From the body.
Standing,
Because it was no longer covered in skin
But an agonizing crust
That easily crumbled.
Standing…
Alive, somehow.
I saw men collect human trophies:
Breasts, heads, penises, hands, toes.
I saw men rape
And sodomize women,
Ripping their vaginas open with knives.
I saw civilians bayonetted,
And finally,
I saw soldiers weep openly
As they fired on crowds
Of unresisting old men,
Women,
Children,
And babies.
The characteristic act
Of men at war
Is not dying.
It is killing.
Poem and drawing by Anna Sea
Harm Flickers
Posted in Poetry on April 4, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Harm flickers
Across your eyes
As moths against
Midnight lightbulbs.
An indifferent thrill
A bracing chill
A peculiar frost
Sings from your
Hostile lips.
You seek suffering,
Metallic pain
Any feeling
Of any sort.
It’s not mine-
It’s yours.
Go ‘way
Dead man.
Song Sparrow
Posted in Poetry on March 4, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Your wings
And your songs
Make you vital and divine.
Simple Superhero,
Watching over the dead,
And the undead.
Living for the dawn,
And sitting at the door of your dreams,
World class orchestras
Never sounded
So beautiful.
On the Subject of Death
Posted in Painting, Poetry, tagged Anna Sea, apocalyptic art, art brut, artist, birds, brutality, death, outsider art, painting, self-taught art on January 8, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Do we see this creature’s soul rise,
Do we see a breath after death?
Is the breath your own gasp
At the ruthless art of the kill?
Do you sit on the platform of distance
And chilled cognition,
Watching the killing underfoot?
Do you see yourself
As the killer?
Or what is killed?
Is your passivity
Also not your death?
Do you turn your head in shame
And blindness,
Hoping you disappear,
Hoping you won’t be held accountable,
Hoping you won’t be asked to kill
Or be killed?
Can you go on living,
When you are that dead inside?
The One That Got Away, poem
Posted in Poetry on December 3, 2005 | Leave a Comment »
THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY
I am the ghost
that shares memories.
My blood fed the Earth,
Wanting for nothing anymore.
I am the invitation
To your inner breath
To all you think you are
And all I am no longer.
You can see me in your dreams~
I am the one that got away.
A. Sea, 2005, from the painting The One That Got Away
The One that Got Away
Posted in Painting, Poetry on December 3, 2005 | Leave a Comment »
Watercolor on paper, in a vintage hand made branch frame. (Available for purchase at The End Is Near Gallery, Brooklyn, NY.)
Letter from the Unknown Soldier
Posted in Painting, Poetry, tagged Anna Sea, art brut, artist, brutality, death, outsider art, self-taught art on August 6, 2005 | Leave a Comment »
