Matte Latte from the Republic of Tea with a cinnamon teabag thrown in to spice it up. I love Republic of Tea. Anyway, this picture is the teabags I used today sitting on a cotton canvas. I painted a different one earlier this week called St33p, after a poem I wrote a while back, last year.
Steep Soaked up in a moment,
Every ounce of my essence,
Imbued in hot water.
Staining my surroundings,
Waiting to be consumed,
Made more palatable with saccharine fakeness,
Because you can’t take it straight.
The longer I sit, the more bitter I become,
The less diluted I am,
With knowledge of my pending disposal.
I am good for one use.
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