My art is scattered, 

Hidden now in secret places 

Manuals, books. 

Paintings now, 

I didn't choose to walk this path, 

I didn't choose to be gifted in this way, 

A genius John Gilroy said, 

Yes but, 

With a price, 

Like Spike, HOVIS, Steven fry, 

Syvia Plath,. 

But I take hope, 

With the words of Spike Milligan, 

Especially his poem Unto us, 

And Sylvia's fat golden watch poem and, 

The way she describes her miscarriages, 

If only this creation didn't come with a price.....