In the Black Circle by Wassily Kandinsky
Trapped
Trapped in your circle
smoked by nihilistic doom
abstract emptiness
loaded with discordant sounds
of obtuse hunger
while fragmented splotches roam
gruesome moving forms
plotting to seize my being
smothering ego
total assimilation
ignominious defeat.
Copyright 2008 JO Janoski
Damn, I didn't mean to trap you in my world like that.
ReplyDeletebut you know how us nihilists are
we figure your doomed anyhow.
Ozy, oh. Well, um, got anything to drink while I'm here.
ReplyDeletelike the painting and your poem. nice work.
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