Picasso Poem by Ben Partenay

stood in front of Picasso’s La Vie
and hated him
for what he was
what he is
what he had been
because

every man wants more than
a beautiful woman
pocketfuls of money
to be remembered
like a hell fire sunset

so I dreamed of tearing it down
cutting it into little pieces
painting them black and
pasting them on the wall
with my name at the
bottom

I dreamt of terrible things
destructive things
things that would get me
remembered

but in the end I left it
because all that blue
all that deep darkness
made me feel
at home