there’s an artist sitting in my head
making sketches of my thoughts.
he would like to finish his task
before the moon kisses the heavens-
three masterpieces for the gallery
one for a grand exhibition.
so he strikes more bold lines-
hatching and crosshatching
then blurring the rough ends
he bites his fingers in content
as his graphite’s nib breaks
floating on the canvass, my head.
so he carves again and again
starting the process all over-
the hatching, the crosshatching
and the mild blurring of rough ends
hysteria
(c) ehizogie iyeomoan
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