I'll cut off my ear for you dear, but don't gogh.

I'll cut off my ear for you dear, but don't gogh.

A Poem by Stephen Norton

I'm not a word smith
I don't strike iron
But irony strikes me
Pretty peculiar
The lines I give birth to
Full of wisdom
Yet I don't heed
I craft my rhymes with a whittling knife
Form a pencil, stab myself in the heart, then write
I bleed on to this canvas
With each beat squirting splatter
You could finger paint a red Picasso
But face it, your frame can't hold this much gray matter

© 2015 Stephen Norton


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Hm. It was a bit of a confusing poem to me, yet it struck a light bulb in me. I'm not sure what to think of this mysterious poem. It makes me question many things this person is doing. Like, why would he splatter his on blood onto the blank canvas? Was he trying to prove himself to someone, or show them the meaning of something? -> "You could finger paint a red Picasso
But face it, your frame can't hold this much gray matter" It makes me wonder if he is maybe talking to the canvas itself. But this was enjoying to read.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Stephen Norton
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A Poem by Stephen Norton