04-14-2016, 05:47 AM 
	
	
	Quote:Convince me that I am not mad
This padded cell is the home of artistry
And this straitjacket the uniform of creativity.
Using the blood of the wicked as my paint
The bones of the crooked my brushes,
we will paint a mural of the duplex,
the duplex that is my mind.
For the shapeless and unhuman entities next door
tell me I am sane.
I appreciate what you've dared to tackle in this work. However, it's somewhat awkward to read. For example, you may want to re-think
L5 "the bones of the crooked my brushes"
&
L6 "we will paint a mural of the duplex"
Punctuation may be a consideration for me or juxtaposition an issue. Somehow, as a reader, I'm not prepared for the unity between the writer and brushes. The "we" kinda takes me by surprise. Nevertheless, it's good work and I'd like to read you're re-vision. But it's your decision
 
	
In your own, each bone comes alive
the skeleton jangles in its perfunctory sleeve....
(Chris Martin)
	
the skeleton jangles in its perfunctory sleeve....
(Chris Martin)

 

 
