Art Suicide
Dorothea, my art dream,
as old as me,
has killed herself.
I make my paintings
small, my walls already
covered with my secrets.
it's the big
brash art that sells,
it's the art of
consistent hope.
Copyright © Don Schaeffer | Year Posted 2014
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