Two Thousand 14

In the middle of a dream

I awake on a date

the day of my own wake

I'm in an Artist Way

sitting down in the

Artist Lounge

trapped between

two chapters

holding on to scripture

so profound

it's too hard to

put it down

on an Artist Date

my reflection in the mirror

watching me, watching me

touching my face as if

I'm blind and haven't

seen myself

in a long time

going over thoughts

in my head

what color ink

should I choose

black, blues

or standout red

eating healthy to

stand on what I'm fed

keeping it all together

like gluten in bread

up all night

so many books I've read

have yet to see

the sheets on my bed

totally understanding

that I am not complete

eagerly waiting to see

what I become

when the Artist

finishes me