spreading words like paint on canvas
made of bleached white bed sheets
covered in multi colours of ink
slashing in verbs and adverbs
stabbing holes into it with the thrust
of the brush drawing lines like I'm in a rush
a big mess of life and death a tsunami of
colorful images that no one gets
it is just art it is just a part of being
torn apart and stitched so ever gentle
split into two mental erotica's
spit splatters running down the sides
a taste of rebellion and obvious protest
The Immortal Wize
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mlowe5 says: Wow! "Paint" on! Peace and Love, mlowe5 |
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