Canvas

We wave our brushes around carelessly-

And before we know it,

Beautiful blankness is suffocated with

Explosive colour.

Your pretty canvas, as pretty may be

Pollutes and illuminates the chaos that is

Mine. And your

Belittling eyes,

That so often comes in pairs,

Circulate, and swoop softly

Like a vulture dropping shit on an already

Substandard world-

Your hands move as cunningly, and with

Tight grasp you wave your brushes around

Carelessly, tarnishing

An already smudged canvas.