Painting pictures, a world view

 

 

You once observed the Sahara

Through bifocal binoculars

 

The image you cued like an artist

With your swollen thumb

 

And with this you painted

Your master piece

 

Stole great walls from china

As you sip tea from cylone

 

Ever ready to curse the piece to hell

You saved it and carefully

 

Painted over the cracks

Your muse left on your heart.

 

With Nails you drive deep into canvas on wood

Relentlessly shaping an opaque torso from rock

 

Your mind drifts over canals

In Venice you admire the view

from afar

 

Hands slender and painted

The Nails desiring attention

 

You portray her drinking

Expensive champagne

From tall glasses

 

Her mouth moist

And desirable like

The paint on your bristles

 

You know best what to do

When winter comes and Siberia

Closes its iron doors

 

To dreams of culture in

Western hemispheres

 

You study the morphology of eastern European women

Shape your models in understated designer wear

 

 A cigarette burns slowly in an ashtray

And the coffee smells good in the pot

 

Whilst all the time Amsterdam looks lovely in spring

The windmills blow wind through your hair

 

Just the legs now

You put all your passion

Into fashioning

 

The view from your towers

Look daunting, but amazing too

 

As you anticipate those

Who would climb and steal you seat

 you prove to be just formidable in omnipotency

 

Just the eyes are proving difficult

To stop following you

No matter where you stand

 

You sit crossed legged arms folded

Amongst the aristocracy in London’s

Elite quarters

 

Throw pennies and caution to

Those sitting in the streets

 

A myriad of opportunities

Mark your pallet

 

A rainbow of people

Hear your voice