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Unfinished (Ode to Jean-Michel Basquiat)

Colorless within one color|

Dismissed from the sound garden|

One shake from three takes|

No surprise of the reprise to the disguise with four eyes|

Abstract conformed to retry|

No more matter to gray|

Bumps scratch red lines|

More hair to disguise the image painted in paste|

The paste re-entered by the toothache|

The pain shackles bones|

Splatters clones|

Duplicating letters|

Rearranging later|

Endless colors starting at the line of the white matter|

Enter the memory of a portrait splashed|

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  1. Hey thanks! His art and life just spoke to me, I wrote this as I was watching this documentary that's why I think it came out this nice and abstract.

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  2. i liked this for 2 reasons.

    the description of what you were thinking as you watched the documentary (great ode)

    and that it made me look up the artist to find out more

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