Look what you can do

Like cellophane
sticking and smothering,
the poetry and photo-etry
strangle the wrinkled
center of my nervous system,
paralyze-yzing me,
then seizing me
van gogh style,
going to cut off that ear
and paint a bright red beard
and swirling china blue skies
like his eyes.
A crazy casual stance
dyptich with vintage
wallpaper sucking
the soul from the wood
in the walls
like you suck the soul
from the marrow of
my bones and streeetch
it out of shape and
smash-ash it back into
the mold
of me
so that it forces that
flexi-copper mold
to make a new shape
something you aroused
and I impressed
and we manipulated
into unrecognizable
and even better
soul shadow creature,
a new admiration of me
or myself or of you.

THIS along with that artist's other photography and POETRY inspired this and some of my other poems and, indirectly, some photos. I feel like a psuedo plagarist by not linking to him or at least giving him some kind of credit.