"Colorful Illusions"

“Illusions of Grandeur”

Born to be diagnosed
brainless,
I feel colorful illusions
in my mind –
Pictures on the wall
not too tall,
for I am short of sight
and blind,
to see the color red.
My hearing,
much more than powerful
in my mind,
greater than anyone else.

The grandeur
of anything I want to be.
Beethoven,
his music written by me.
I have the pen
come see it in my hand.
I ‘m not deaf,
there are no blotches
on the page,
my head banging the floor.
Only sweet music,
playing it on piano for you,
seeing me invincible.

Invited to be knighted
a poet of note,
captured in my mind
the millionaire.
My new yacht in Cannes
caviar and cigars,
with champagne, sparkling
bubbles dancing,
colored pink in the sunlight.
Where to now?
The Queen begging me
my signature,
freedom at last.