Artists' Vice

Choke to death

On the pen

I set between my teeth

Fill my

Lungs with

Writers ink -

Drown in thoughts

From an

Overfull

Head

All the best artists

Only get loved

Long after they

Are dead -

An untrue sentiment

Made to keep you

Thrashing around in bed,

When all is written

And I am old and frail and

Breathing my last breath

Let me choke on paintbrushes

And swirl around in pencil lead.