painting reality

there’s a movie
playing out the
madness of a man—he
rants
as I rave paint
canvas creation
on the flat edge of
my own reality
the zone has been achieved
here—a house walled
in memories repressed
too long
desire grows
oh—the
interpretation
begins—finds
thought
reflected once
now rising in its own
singular residence—simplistic
yes—madness
dries on the
canvas but words
water the world
secreted moisture
to freshen the luster
of the hue—such a wide brush
sweeping strokes
pulling two in one—blended
there now
new sharp slices add
the interest of adventure
unexpected dare of
change
coursing directional
purge toward surge

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