Painter (poem)

I spoke of spirit and grandiose heights

A New Year fuels my head and stomach full of rum

A tale was spun while I was at work birthing a new love

Don’t tell me that what I know is real was a flame in the night

A vision only seen with glasses after the ball dropped

I’m a new creation when the fireworks splay out over the sky

A revered painter gave me his old brushes so I

had a perspective on what I owe my future

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