Another poem that I wrote during my spare time, about a great artist, Van Gough.
In the end it’s the picture or it’s me
There are a million negative voices in my head
Look at the wicker chair will you
The chair itself is schizophrenic
I intend to win something with this picture
I wish I had a heater
I need a sip of metho
God I’m starving
Those crows are as big as bulldozers
“Easel! What are you looking at?”
There are my pencils over there maybe I’ll draw it first
That stupid lamp is mocking me again
“Jean-Pierre that is quite enough out of you!”
You know Madeline you make a good draw
Thank you for that leg of shoe
I wish I had dark green so then I could mix it with isolation
I’m in envy of you Mirka the calendar girl
I think this may be my last picture before the crunch comes
“What’s the matter with you Polly?”
“Do you think that stupid birds can paint better then me?”
There goes that beeping noise again
And the crazy colours are coming back too
That pink mouse has come crawling back
“Kill it, kill it” I hear in my head
That manic-depressive mouse just doesn’t want to be squished
No, no Jean-Pierre gone, gone like all my friends
I rub my head in disbelief
I feel blood,
Did I do that did I cut it off? I can’t remember
That dash of paint looks really good
All the colours are coming together nicely
I feel like I’m floating on air
What is that package coming through my door?
Good lord I’ve won the lottery!
Luck has gone my way
I know! Ill buy a new life!
“Foo, Foo” I hear
It’s only a prank
I’m feeling worse now
I get out my sharp mate Umberto
“No!” I have to get through this first
My women’s coming soon
I’ll cut my hair and my beard too!
Oh no I’m in a mess now
A couple of dashes of black finishes my pipe
It’s starting to look good now
But my women’s not here yet
She should have been here ages ago
I bet she’s gone to someone else
That would be like her
It feels like crunch time now
I better make it quick
It’s now or never
I pick up Umberto
And take a swing at my chest,
Darkness
Everything’s gone now
Except my paintings
I hope someone buys them soon.
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