On art school

After achieving my shining goal,

I am not sure if I have

the sadness

to keep up

the apparent brilliance

that

let

me

in.

Useful

After a long and tiring debate about ethics

(that bordered on an argument)

I could only come to one conclusion:

I still have a smart mouth that snaps, uncontrolled,

at those who dare

to disagree with me-

the smoking, paranoid dragon of my wit.

Slow

learning to paint,

a

i am still stuck between the stage where the paint is lost in translation between

the brush, my mind and the surface and

there is no longer any brush,

where my ideas just flow from my fingertips,

and i don’t have to worry about

flat round hog hair sable or what have you.