The hapless savant paints,
Not for postmortem praise,
But for redemption by effigy
In that one hour to madness.
Behold, the masterpiece.
Reckless strokes blistering,
Scabs across a defiant dream,
Rendered through a pinhole.
Is it the tortured backstory,
Woven at the auction house,
Or the travailing phantom
That hums lovely to your ledger?
-T. Weeks
(A response to “One Hour to Madness and Joy”)
Life Immense 