Your Latest Masterpiece

Crawling through your latest masterpiece, I paused awhile to roll a cigarette.
Soon I was surrounded by police. They asked me where it was we last met.

I told them my attorney was due soon. He never showed, so they took me away.
When the handcuffs broke, it was so opportune. I escaped into a dark cafe.

Somebody, come here quick!
Innoculate me, before I get sick!

"You're too late!" they screamed in unison. "You're no poet, just a fake artiste!"
I replied, "I am your only son, crawling through your latest masterpiece."

Listen up! Am I too vague?
Save me from the coming plague!

I leaned on a table with my glass of wine. I combed my hair and straightened my cravat.
A hound dog barked as though Frankenstein had showed up, smelling like cats.

My skin is peeling from my bones.
Must I go through this alone?

Crawling through your latest masterpiece, I paused awhile to roll a cigarette...

Soon I'll be a bloated corpse,
Melting back to the source.

Copyright 2007 NADJA MUSIC Reinaldo García
May 23, 2006 Monterey, CA

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Carolyn Mary Kleefeld
PROPHECY
Oil/Canvas 3’x5’ ©2005

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