a picasso :: prev :: next :: this night, my night, ‘twas like a picasso painting. not an inch of canvas lacking paint, images leaving questions, and a strange, satisfied hunger. a string of waking dreams. oh, if only someone could have been there by bed side taking notes. the morning regimen rushed in to fill the void. up, off and out. greeted by the same sense of abandonment and fate as any other time. yet towards the end ‘twas greeted by the words "it takes some time little girl everything will be alright..." so then right on cue a tingly nose, and a tear brought back their familiar company. and then, closing in, natalie greeted me with a smile, and warmed my heart as she seems to do more and more as i mellow. seven is here now, so i push it all down, way down, put on the game face. if only they knew, if only they knew, the depth and wild varied range of thought and feeling. it makes it all seem quite surreal, like a picasso painting. © 2002 (5 april) john r. chase
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