The melancholy of sweet depression
like Poe and Vincent Van Gogh,
those who were fraught with despair
have created haute cuisines
of flesh, of reds, of spleen.
They’ve picked up their brushes
their pen and ink
and palette’s exploded
fit to repair,
splayed open wide-
the haunting beauty
that possessed their mind.
Their art wild and wanton,
masterpieces of expression
born out of tongues
that spoke with hysteria
and sights of historical blessings,
that spoke about the Starry Night
of Annabel and The Raven’s delight,
that spoke of shimmer, shiver and fright-
of howling, wailing, wicked light!
The melancholy of sweet depression-
like Poe and Vincent Van Gogh.