Falling asleep in the
Middle of a nervous breakdown
Dreams of a museum and
Dali pictures slipping off walls
Puddles of time and egg
Memory running down
The hallway crying

Oh the humility

I cough myself to another room
Everything is filled with smoke and laughter
Driven mad by Hals and Rembrandt
Butter yellow light
Is gouging out my Vermeer visions

I drink in colors as
I race from room to room
Come face to face with
My portrait…hanging…
Head twisted in an
Oil and tempera scream

And looking
So Norwegian



Jack Evans has been involved in the Arizona poetry community for almost forty years. His work has appeared in numerous publications and he has performed in more than two hundred venues from coast to coast.

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