A Poem by H. J. Buell: The world is Monet. At night. When colors slip into the sun. And the lights glow like Christmas. It’s an Unfinished Picasso. With people. Trying to put their confused shapes together. And make themselves feel...
The World is Van Gogh
A Poem by H. J. Buell: The world is Monet. At night. When colors slip into the sun. And the lights glow like Christmas. It’s an Unfinished Picasso. With people. Trying to put their confused shapes together. And make themselves feel...