Monday, November 25, 2013

Richard Schnap- A Poem


There’s the painter whose forte
Is covering canvases with his blood
Screams at the father who never smiled

The dancer who pirouettes
With a medical school skeleton
Making love with her betraying husband

The performer who swims naked
Across a poisoned river at night
Caught in the clutches of bullies

And the actress who crosses stages
Dragging the heads of old boyfriends
Stained memories fused to her heart

No comments:

Post a Comment