Untitled. Or: Trying to care about poetry has me down

I don’t even know you heard
of a painter yesterday “long of
my heart” painter redrainbow blood
understood more 3 dimensions of cruelty
O the inspiration the driven madness!
begetting steel soft inspiration  found
love “long of this blood”
Losing what to know of darkness
  “Painting suffers
    in love          and   torture
          (said the writer who knew the story)
       driven the beast/  chesting
with what rage one can muster
> cutting off ears and whatnot



you know the feeling, kids?