Your tail wags my dog
And I bite
To the board's delight
More than I can chew.

Your bells jingle
In my dreams;
A meme so pure
It fills my life with toys
I barely use or need.

I am the object
Of your briefs.
The clueless pawn
of your motley storyboards.

I inform your varied faces
Of type.
Your place of graphic/
scheme of color/economy of words.

You crave my eyeballs
And savor my clicks.

You beat on my ear drum
With blabber and schtik.

Your tats and tie-dyed tees
Do not deceive me.
Your canvass is but a script
Artfully painted to show and sell.

If Van Gogh only knew,
He would've carved a cryptic headline
Over The Yellow House,
A timeless logo below the pool-table
In The Night Cafe.

~ P
#TheAdManNever_Rings
2/11/2017