Impression, Sunrise

Do not think to look at me Quite so voyeuristically “Olympia” in ‘63 Degas at the ballet: What is your impression of me? Training at the art school, Just like all the other students What are your color theories Paint me while I’m feelin’ weary Seconds are quickly fleeing Stop acting so cavalierly How does the light look when i’m angry? Monet puts the red sun on me. dance in countries and in cities “Luncheon of the Boating Party” “Impression, Sunrise” I thought I saw you crying Degrees you’ll be applying I thought I heard you lying It’s simply a self portrait Even though it is distorted I know it’s not important Even though it’s pretty morbid Strange angles “Show me an angel and I’ll paint one”