poem on the wall

today's poem, taken from my 'artists' version of magnetic poetry - on my magnet board in front of my desk:

who said that when you scream
I'd have to suffer for the song

your instrument is a canvas
on which metaphors are composed

my absurd white masterpiece breaks with raw passion
as she balances more paint on her glorious nude silhouette

i see every smeared stroke and my angel, drunk like water
was deep in psychedelic death

performing her original drug, experimenting with my joy
as I drift away

-xopixox