who would have guessed,
if you listen closely,
you can hear
colors
screech
in pain
in a Van Gogh self-portrait.
My ears are bleeding a sunset.
Van Gogh went out to get Absinthe and bandage,
what a night we are going to have,
you should come.
10.9.17
Washington, D.C.
Peyman
One Poem At A Time 