Secluded in his mausoleum
To Touch the Arts, Pick amongst the kinds
Morbid Visions, Music Out of Key.

Rehabilitating self through the use of his hands,
Savoring each moment creativity runs high.

Graphic happenings unravel on the page,
Immediate Response to the Brain.
Disinterred Memories of Addiction
Crawling on his Back in the Mud.

Slapping Color, splashing the picture with
Other droppings
He knows how to integrate his mind with what he sees;
Drawing Old Expressions,
Weird Lyricist Strumming away.
The Live Wire has been taken from his skull
Once Again.