Peeling at art
Pieces of texture
That's what I am doing
Day after day
While not painting
I go along with it
unintentionally saddened
by my madness
Unholy whole to the progression
Empowered by heart-wrenching stigmata's
Tearing layer after layer
Shedding tear's of anger
Tossed, swiveled by liquor
Knife slashing canvas art
With lust, and passion
For I haven't gone anywhere forward
The past shed's light of wanting so much more
Time lean's against time
Toward some kind of future
Bleeding knuckles
Texture after texture
Peeling off the layer's
I am un-in control
Painter's block
No patient's
No thought's
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