novice painters
bend and twitch
a castle,
a kiss,
a face turned two
the master's glare
turns the screws
'neath Picasso's umbrella
....bliss twists to blue
disjointed dreams
drip and fade
as bereted visions
meet
the light of day
and only the elerly laugh
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If you wish to search for genius, first prepare for scorn. Beautifully writen. Regards Roscoe..