Artichoke - Ryan Esch

A brush I picked up,
and we danced on a ceramic canvas.

Tined bristles: inflexible, impersonal…
no image formed that matched that in my mind.

Perhaps it was my paint that prevented
any spark from catching fire?
Asparagus green, avocado cream,
celery parallels,
No blend, no contrast.

Regardless, my hunger for creating art dissipated,
and as I pushed in my chair at the table
I proclaimed
Art: I choke