Four Paintings and a Poem by Stephen Lee Naish

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a Coke machine
a smile
a casual “hi”
a walk barefoot in cut grass
a door
a gas station
a pencil
a paperclip
a desire to be anything you want
a bed
a lamp

                          a bed sheet sent out of a top floor window floats like a ghost over a city

a laugh from another room
a reminder
an inconsequential reminder
a nervous twitch in the right eye
a sight unseen
a flock of gulls
a powerful sky
a brush
a tin, rusted and chipped
a game of dominos you lose you always do.
a tumor or maybe an abscess
a glass of water

                          a steak and kidney pie, half eaten, the kidney left, not consumed
                          a coffee cup, crushed cigarette butts in the flaky granules

a stone
a fight
a loss
a breath
a passing
a light, not daytime yet
a darkness, not nighttime yet
a nothingness
a sense of pride
a living
a light gone out
a sadness
a sadness of never knowing
a sadness of losing memory
all memories, forever
a sadness of never seeing
again
a sadness of never touching
again
a sadness of losing a breath
again

your breath and mine

                          and all I have left are rooms which you once occupied