Two and a half

The
thick
blue
line
meanders
down
the
soggy
page,

Only to
plunge into
a gooey mass
of brown.

A visionary spectre takes shape in the artist's mind,

Spectroscopic
Hubbub
and
Kaleidoscopic
Jitterbugging.

A scene which surpasses those with
untrained eye,
The height of conceptualism,
a modern day masterpiece.

He admires his work, deciding on
a little more deep indigo.

With ravenous vigour, he holds his
metaphorical novella aloft,
A momentary reason for living.

Running off to play with his
action man, his mother pins the
portrait on the fridge.