'Picture This' - A poem / reflection on what it means to be an Artist

Color is everything.

Desire to caress, blend,

shape. Colors

should twist and swim

across the white.

Flowers in my window.

Matisse saw

colors thick, black

consuming. Convulsions

in my soul. Who lives in

me? Who was I? I am desperation.

I can twist your thoughts.

I am need. Aesthetics

is a gift. Charming days;

Mozart, F. Scott Fitzgerald,

the smell of beautiful women,

boating on the canal. Blue-violet.

my greatest creation

will be me.

I read Nietzsche and

Aldous Huxley.

Men who think too much.

I think, but what of it?

I hate now.

I should be creating,

seducing, doing. The

closest we get to

God is art. Everything

is the future which

may not be. Light, romance,

music.

France is waiting.

©Jerry Lee Kirk