FIRES-poem by Brenton Booth

Society doesn’t understand the genius doesn’t understand the special ones it only knows what it can instantly see and never any more Van Gogh drunk and alone 126 years ago giving his paintings away and said to be mad or an unpublished young poet filling page after page in a small apartment in Kings Cross with more fire than a dozen suns starving and unwanted wondering how much longer he could last. Poem by Brenton Booth Drawing by Janne Karlsson Hey, this is a monster of a book. THE ASYLUM FLOOR, a great poetry/art anthology edited by Brenton Booth. Get it here: