Sunday, March 22, 2009

I was both watching and/or were
an Art dealer

of painters older aging

gifted but forgotten

disguised among musty spattered rooms

paying them merely the not too low

this dealer sees the death

of his secret favorite


over a honeymoon

his paintings brought to market, reluctant

some still in jars and in tears

to his core they spoke

knowing this worlds most misunderstood

these treasures

were fortunate

saved in a vault of these friends

paint from yesterday’s blood

from the previous dream

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