Poem by Sam W.

The Last Supper before I go to bed

A Starry, Starry Night above my head

Pearl Earring clutched in my hand

I sneak out to the Café Terrace at Night, across the land

A Scream in the dark, the sound of a fight

Campbell’s Soup spilled in the fright

American Goths surround me

But a Blue Boy comes and sets me free

I Gogh back home

And paint a picture.