...paints himself into a corner

and out of van Gogh-madness

springs all of his faults:

unpaid bills,

14 years of Chrrrrrristmas cards,

unread books,

paper-mound reminders,

crumpled and tattered,

dog-eared like his mind

from a daunting, painful past.

At his feet,

a few confetti-dreams

remind him that

life is worth living clutter-free,

and yet, the artist of messiness

hasn't the heart

to throw any of it away,

 and move on.

bjd