Self-Restraint

I’ve killed Van Gogh

By making love

in my room.

It’s Normal,

As the Paper Heart on which the artist’s inspiration has been written , finally has turned into a physical nature .

It is the Boomerang of not being faithful to the fantasy .

Nothing will Dance anymore.

...

This is not an Empty Monolog;

as I am still wondering

either shall I choose now to show concern ‘on the assassination of a Politician’ or shall I adhere to the ‘Romanian Uniates Clergy ‘ instead of filling back with a muse the paper heart.

After all ,I simply know.

I do want to regain the Artist\'s Soul by dreaming in the Poetry Workshop.