stood in front of Picasso’s La Vie
and hated him
for what he was
what he is
what he had been
because
every man wants more than
a beautiful woman
pocketfuls of money
to be remembered
like a hell fire sunset
so I dreamed of tearing it down
cutting it into little pieces
painting them black and
pasting them on the wall
with my name at the
bottom
I dreamt of terrible things
destructive things
things that would get me
remembered
but in the end I left it
because all that blue
all that deep darkness
made me feel
at home
Ben Paynter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/picasso-5/
