So Long Jackson

scattered words on a canvass
Dripping paint
a bit of myth
Chance
Color
Curled up on in your head
a fire without coals

The bottle just about empty
Dead painter
Steel car with blood
Alcoholism is a decadent religion
Fame an empty seat
Fall leaves without a plan
So long Jackson

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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