Paint Brushes ***
I saw a magnet felt it really
up inside my head
messing with my memories
drawing negative.
Wish I had paint brushes
would show you what I mean
much like a Picasso
angry streaks of green.
Little torn up rainbows
colors all gone wrong
shooting arrows everywhere
cupid with a bong.
Piece of metal in my brain
helmet been worn down
trampled through the sweet spot
mother likely found.
Sweet memories out of here
like signal fires gone
native to America
freedoms cherished lost.
But Guernica remaining
every day therein
memory of the frog
I killed stretched out
roasted him.
Just a little kid Christ's sake
what is wrong with me?
Von Braun guest
in middle school
with his rocket wings.
Oh yes I do remember this
pink dress brain blood in car
little boy saluting brave
down on the boulevard.
I am a Kirby vac these days
sucking out my brains
magnet makes a motor run
will spin one to a grave.
Ive done a lot of cleaning
know you have as well
nation of remembering
creating a new Dell.
Putting old machines away
figure out the drill
cleaning up the dome a bit
fire up the well.
Why not? Soon will be going
frog waiting up somewhere
hope he is forgiving
doesn't want my pair.
Working on a painting
put it north of here
even Richmond in the spring
may not burn down this year.
Next: Click on the Poet label for a gathering of poems. Or....
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