eighty.five

I should be studying for finals, but painting came as a welcome and extended break. Exploration with words derived from a few poems that I've recently discovered.
I like the poem but not my painting (they're not really meant to be consumed in conjunction)

patterns.
you see a shoddy quilt
buried under the wooden rocking horse
and the doll who’s missing an eye
75 cent quilt
each bland square sewn together
by strings of deceit
isolated
like your godforsaken life
machine made and artificial
each stitch contrived
false
lower the price
50 cents is all you’re worth now
yet still you wait
under the Cyclops doll
(the horse sold for 7 dollars)
colors faded
drab and unfeeling
emotions standardized
habitual
conforming to a boring pattern
neatly partitioned into squares
25 cents in your friendless corner
even the deformed doll
was worth 3 dollars
you're
composed of cheap cotton
endless squares of regret
patterns of futility
15 cents
moth-eaten
5 cents
forgotten