horny blue yellow
hues
intensity..fleshy nerves
ticking and cocking
harassing the eyes
ejaculating the pressure
getting it out on 2 D
boards
pigments rippling, curling
out of control
carving those swirls out of
thick lumps of oil
painting
dutch fields and french skies
a humming vibration because of
humping molecules
distracting the red beard
cutting the ear off
kali dances more furious and
black crows screaming at Vincent
pinhole blue eyes looking
at the dark
buck shot his vision
blowing it away
theo his brother discovered
the vision master dead
under open skies and the
wind gently blowing through
the golden wheat crop
only for one crow that looks at
him and cawing away in flight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem