The imperfectness of paint

In the imperfectness
Of paint
On canvas
I can relate
To myself

In the imperfectness
Of paint
I can
Be myself

I do not need
To dress
In my best self
I do not need
To smell nice
I do not need a tailor
Or a shoemaker
Or an umbrella
Only the shreds
Of a torn shirt sleeve

I do not need
A ruler
Or a draughtboard
I do not need
To paint a true circle
Or a straight line
I do not labour
For focus
Of attention
I labour
Like a man
In a coal mine
I work just like a man
In a coal mine

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012