abstract art with Gina

as we walk

through the gallery of

abstract art,

i ask my friend

Gina, so

what do you think about

that one?

what do you think it says?

we both stare

deeply into the canvas

of bluish black paint,

swirling,

with a single

red dot, the size of a dime,

in the corner.

it's titled, Sunrise.

so what's your impression,

i ask her,

hand on my chin,

tapping a finger.

i think it says that mankind

has no hope,

she says in a hoarse whisper,

that we're doomed

to a life

of strife and misery

despite the sun coming

up every morning.

yeah, yeah, me too, 

i'm thinking the same thing,

or maybe

the artist

was just having a bad

day, or going through

a difficult marriage

and had to get it out

of his system.

should we get some lunch,

i'm starving?

i think i've seen enough.