He <br /> was a piece <br />of work, <br /> <br />His life a <br /> work of art <br /> <br />He was <br /> a brilliant fool <br /> masquerading as genius <br /> <br />Or, perhaps, <br /> a stellar genius <br />just acting <br /> the fool <br /> <br />He wore his success <br /> like a stagnant, rotting albatross <br /> around his neck, <br /> <br />its stench his constant <br /> companion and <br />splendid cologne <br /> <br />His Life Portrait was <br /> surreal, <br /> abstract, askew <br /> <br />Each and every <br />moment of his moments <br /> <br /> engorged with <br /> gleeful rage and <br />upcoming root-canal apprehension <br /> <br /> <br />He <br /> was a proverbial <br /> mess <br /> <br />Who constantly, <br /> addictively, <br /> helplessly <br /> <br />sought the problem, <br />the flaw, <br />the not-quite-right – <br /> <br />even in Summer’s pale roses <br /> <br />He just <br />took for granted <br />that, <br /> <br />even in Heaven <br /> <br />there’s something <br /> terribly off, <br /> <br />The angels’ harps just <br /> a wee bit out of tune <br /> <br />Like I said, <br />this man <br />was a colossal mess – <br /> <br /> Picasso gone wrong<br /><br />Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/real-work-the-brilliant-fool/
