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