Cutting
through the malaise with a machete
Dylan
vanquishes fear by opening the door to hope
Here’s
the process laid out like a Sears Roebuck catalog or map to the stars
Lays
the paint on thick like Vincent
There’s
no room for pie, not when there’s all this introspection to digest
I’m
stunned and then stunned some more as I listen and am catapulted through the
trees and the golden spikes dripping with more blood
Stands
in front of the canvas or sits down at the piano
Shapes
iron into gates of graceful wonder
And
does it without asking anyone for a single, solitary thing
His
blood symphonies cover me with goosebumps as my heart becomes a shadow of its
former self and the winds of idiocy remind us he’s just a man doing the best
that he can
Star
artist-astronaut-roving gambler
He
exists between the silences and keeps on keepin’ on because what other choice
does he have?
Charles Cicirella
9/20/18
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