TO ARTISTES' ONLY

( an ode to a talking head and my lady of the canyon)

i'm writing, i'm writing again
i'm writing, i'm writing again
i'm scrubbing
scrubbing my brain, clean

i'm painting, i'm painting again
i'm painting, i'm painting again
i'm scrubbing
scrubbing my palette, clean

i have no need to prove
that i am an artiste'
i have no need to prove
that i am an artiste'
all my visions
are there on parchment
don't need u here
inside this pup-tent

i am a lonely writer
i live in the dictionary
struggling
for the precise word
to describe the pictionary
in my minds' eye

i am a lonely painter
i live in a box of paints
struggling
for the precise hue
to depict the constraint
of my souls' sigh

i'm writing
i'm writing again

i'm painting
i'm painting again...

PS: to borrow is smart; to steal:genius
(Oscar Wilde)