boxed?

boxed?

A Poem by keith
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boxed?

my brush scratches 
canvas
in bold emblazoned 
manners
without respect
for dedicated lines 
imposed

i paint as i see
from 3rd eye
from angers
from that you do not
need know

i sculpt with dulled
blade

it is only a tool
nothing more nothing
less
i know the finish end

my pen has no
respect
for the entanglements
of society

i dare with candor
uncomfortably written

the parchment is as old
as the day is long
i do not own these words
only borrowed they are

i am an artist of
no respect
for prescribed manners

fuk the box

i don't need no stinkin box
to define
who i am

© 2022 keith


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Added on August 21, 2022
Last Updated on November 9, 2022

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