Life Dreams / Lucid Living (c) 2003

Real Work (The Brilliant Fool)

He
    was a piece
of  work,

His life a
    work of art

He was
   a brilliant fool
        masquerading as genius

Or, perhaps,
   a stellar genius
just  acting
     the fool

He wore his success
  like a stagnant, rotting albatross
          around his neck,

its stench his constant
   companion and
splendid cologne

His Life Portrait was
   surreal,
            abstract, askew

Each and every
moment of his moments

    engorged with
             gleeful rage and
upcoming root-canal apprehension

 
He
   was a proverbial
                                mess

Who constantly,
         addictively,
         helplessly

sought the problem,
the flaw,
the not-quite-right

even in Summer's pale roses

He just
took for granted
that,

even in Heaven

there's something
                                 terribly off,

The angels' harps just
  a wee bit out of tune

Like I said,
this man
was a colossal mess

                Picasso gone wrong


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