Art

I think of psychedelic masterpieces
I see silhouettes and symbols
The music is electricly absurd
A raw balance but no picture
White canvas wasting harmony
A black smear through blue smoke
From imagine to experiment
Screaming ‘why me?’ to empty passion
My hard angry shards that never paint
Wild aesthetic surreal fashion metaphors
They say ‘create rhythm, appear deep’
It is only an angel sculpture
Perform for us, draw, model, and color
Investigate more, live free, hear the art.