Portrait Of The Artist As A Metaphor*
You talk like a poem. It’s not bad
poetry, just a conversation
that takes the scenic route.
Everything you say is dazzled
with words that must dance
the room before they sit.
Does every shopping list
need the conception of an oratorio?
That’s too immaculate.
You imagine a speech
for the masters and critics.
Take comfort,
you have Van Gogh’s ear. Severed,
it listens; as detached as you.
*Previously featured in Triplopia