in search of artA Poem by Tim Lionin search of art on the edge of a smeared universe, where stars are Van Gough spasms against a bruised plumb sky, I stroke my rabid word kittens with a headhunters axe, lick sugar from a concrete slab, challenge gods to strike me, beg demons to kiss me, and even set fire to my beard in order to improve my self portrait. then, I wonder and wonder until my soul bleeds blue fire through red eyes. still nothing. © 2012 Tim LionFeatured Review
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6 Reviews Added on February 20, 2012 Last Updated on February 20, 2012 AuthorTim LionLake Worth, FLAboutSometimes, when the moon presses her naked chest to my window, and my wife is carving the value from trash scraps, I feel like I may never be able to outshine my finite timeline. And the worst part is.. more..Writing
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