A Garret in Arles

As a poet
She knew what Van Gogh
Must have felt

All those years
Creating images in
Splashing color

Blood and dreams mixed in oil
(That)
The rest of the world

Out of misplaced time, deemed
Worthless.


(Previously published in The Underbeat Journal, No.2, July 2003)

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