I turn to my left , my reflective portrait in a five and dime piece of 'artwork'.. A stunned , graying anomaly going eye to eye with his namesake ...
Thumbing through 'fish wrapper' trying to make myself believe
a masterpiece is lying at the bottom , something to occupy a lonely wall
in a forgotten room ..
Something I've been guilty of many times over the years ...
Hanging on to things that have zero significance , working hard to remain ' Vital , Marketable and Practical' for wolves and robots who were oarless in the deep end of the lake , basically committed to my destruction with no clue for independent thinking , creativity or even grade school logic for that matter .. Tonight I think I'll leave the 'Van Gogh's and the Monet's' here at the store , head back home and write this poem in black marker on that 'lonely wall ..'