My Garret

My Garret


I’d like to lock myself
in a lonely garret.
I like the sound of that --
very bohemian.
Titian, Tintoretto
They had all the answers.

I’ll call upon my muse,
Splash paint with abandon.
Then I’ll be discovered --
Fancy vernissages.
There’ll be paparazzi,
My life won’t be my own.

Vacations, Côte d'Azur.
Then there’ll be movie stars,
Parties, entertaining,
Guest appearances, Oprah
(a conversation hog).
I won’t jump on the couch!

Tabloids making up lies.
Wonder why I bother.
Think I’ll dump the garret.
I need my old life back --
Privacy, sanity.
What’s a garret, anyway?