Boneyard gift
Bear this message,
A journey from overseas,
Marks the milestone of partners in crime;
“Fetch my bone, bring my cup, and let us be in peace.”
16×12 canvas
Oil painting
Amine Batbouti
01/2020
Tag Archives: poetry
Art life 6
So while my painting is drying. “Do I feel like I can’t part with my art; you know, one out of many artist syndrome,” no it’s off to go. : )
FREEDOM
Stranger; “What would you do/say if you were residing in a country or place where your human rights specifically the freedom of speech and expression, sexual identity and orientation are illegal or worse put to death.”
Me; “I would get the fuck out. If everyone leaves then there’s no more people to run a country or place anymore. And if trapped, then fight.”
Scent
I smell nice, it’s true. I think people should start to include in their bio what their natural body scent smells like; I smell like a mix of vanilla ice cream and honey. And what do you smell like.
I
I’VE GOT NOTHING TO HIDE MOTHERFUCKERS. NO SECRETS SUCKERS. YOU’RE ALL GHETTO MOTHERFUCKERS. GHETTO.
Dispatch 2
Painting soon.
Writer life 3
So I am going to be busy polishing my manuscript as well as, creating unpublished work—for, exclusivity.
