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The artist isn't home.

 Her atoms lied to the tax man

now her house is foreclosed

 and her children sleep alone. 

No more slight of hand, 

silk infested bed sheets

and brilliant nightshade. 

Blanche --- 

                   facial seizures.

Contemporary dance,

she speaks in a foreign language. 

No.  The artist isn't here 

    her heads in the oven

back at home. 

tomorrow... 

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Author's Note

tomorrow........... --- --- -- -- - -- - - - -- -
- -- - - - -- / / / / // / / / // I'M /// B..a/ c k .

Reviews

[Kelsey]

This screams unique, along with so many questions. Amazing write, thank you for sharing.

[Dark Tower]

Very different, and it works well. Great write Cole.

[Celestial Witch Child]

Topic, format, approach... It's all flawless.

[nigrum homonculus]

i seriously never get tired of reading your work. you always seem to bring something fresh to the plate. love the last stanza man. another sick piece of poetry cole.

[Androglossia]

It reminds me of this: “It is grief that develops the powers of the mind”

[Mockingbird]

artists always suffer from tragedy. some disturbing imagery, excellent poem.

[Yheela]

Love the song, and the poem.

[Dayran]

Your excitation in coming back is well reflected in the preamble to your return. Heraldry certainly hasn't gone out of style.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like honest and direct poetry. This is honest and direct poetry. Good music and strong words create vision of life and action. No weakness in the outstanding poetry.
Coyote