Is this what the picture represented, when first it was taken?
I cannot imagine that this went thru my mind, oh how it is achin’,
Now that I see the picture and wonder, now I have this ache,
For what reason do you suppose this ache has come?
I certainly do not have a clue, as most blonds would agree.
I am at a loss tonight as to why I am writing so vaguely,
Wish I had some reason to find and discover the key,
For this weird and unexplainable style of writing, oh me,
If someone understands and can explain it, please do,
As for me I am quite sure that this night I will rue,
And recall it as the night that my “id” took over,
To totally create within me a reason to feel I should be picking clover.
Or just smoking more of the wacky weed, sometimes referred to as herb,
Or am I actually not writing herein, but just flowing,
Through my fingers and onto the screen,
Just to make my spleen,
Feel like I stated something about the phalanx picture,
Brought on by the thought, that the lighthouse,
Always seems to remind me of that physical part,
Used so many times, over and over, in painted art…