Vincent oh yes did he not prance
Dance, he did
To a different thrum
A drum of unique resonance.
Veiled by waves of
A darken grey,
Squiggling crows veer
Towards a supermoon so huge
Th’ 1890 straw-strewn night
Scarcely knew.
Hence, Bacon, BAsquiat,
Lovecraft too (Tho he painted
Not with pigment – but “Cthulhu”
syllables)
Have broadened the indices
Whereby our mind and soul
Takes its own private Flight!
