Schooling No paint to spread across the canvas. No chords to strum on a guitar. No button to press on the latest camera. But, a bare blank page to subject to your pencil. There, you may spread your organs, like butter, Across the bread of the days, Your heart then proving itself to be the most resistant muscle, Must, unfortunately, Be annihilated in order that you may enter This dark fraternity. There now, I recognise that look of bemused surprise. But, you didnt even realise that you had one! There now, my pet, just join the back ranks there, Now that you have realised that you are finally human.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Mar 2014 11:27:14 +0000