Away from me now! <br />Away! <br />I cannot feed you, clothe you or care for you, <br />Your stolid nature and frail frame depress me. <br />A painting, you claim, a work of art, <br />But there is no art in aching and crawling, <br />Only pain. <br />You laud what is true, <br />No matter the nature in rotting trees, <br />Each brush stroke is like a dart, <br />My heart, the bull’s eye, is shrinking. <br />And soon I will not gape at your self-righteous face. <br />You have no home here, I forget your embrace.<br /><br />Francis Tikava<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-canvas-in-retrospect/
