PAINTED THOUGHTS

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'Painted Thoughts'

keep revolving in my mind

like a maze of mismatched memories

left visually behind

perhaps they hold the rusted key to some yet justified

reason pertaining to an uncredited event

putting a heated spark of question in my musty head

to ignite a fire of redirected intent

in even the most spartan of form I manage to locate

the door leading to detail

I can smash illusions into a million pieces but only if

the hammer is permitted to precede the nail

as I step into a not before entered room

one piece of bloodied madness lays prone at my feet

on the floor

reminding me of Van Gogh's severed ear

his precious gift de jour

these problems I have proclaimed are almost as purchased

as they are unnamed

some so difficult to describe that I call them small

shadows of their truth

portraying me as the poetic Clark Kent using this book

as my booth

my own worst enemy is my selfishness on its best day

I am not insane despite these insane tendencies I tend to

carelessly display

when my attended time has finally come to pass

I can only hope that the world once so close around me

will remember me by my brave outlook

and scrappy sass.............

(written Sept 1,1992 pm)




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