Musings in Paint

Promiscuous proportions,

silly scales and bleeding pastels

drunken colours swimming across grubby paper seas,

lines lounging like lotus-eaters

swaying sloth-like to the breeze of the brush.

The canvas speaks of bent streets and crooked faces,

all met with entropic embraces

it sings the world back to you slightly off-key,

a little worse for wear,

with beautiful wrinkles no-one else can see.

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