lives less lived

I walked across a room

Unsanitary and unclean

Walked into something

Unclear, vague

Unrecognized

 

The skies of Monet erupt

In lightning and rain

And David grins a bit

From his corner

Of the Galleria dell’ Academia

 

I never liked art

Never liked the air

David breathes

Wanted more or less

Van Gogh and swirling skies

wheat and grass

 

Mozart with a grudge

 

Frieda with a smile

 

Dali melting into sand

 

Bukowski in drunken trance

 

I just want this all

to mean something

 

everything

 

Reviews

[imm's place]

Love the way these flow and the ideals you present. very iinteresting, mary