Sunday, March 23, 2008

paint

i'd open a window
but it's cold, better wait
anyway, on a scale from one to whatever
paint is an eight


I like painting
i was painting the walls
i am, can you smell it

i am a paintist
i will march with the painters
and become a member of the paintist party

i belive in paintiscism
holy mother of paint
paint with us painters
now and at the hour our can is dry


it has a fragrant bouquet
i wonder if paint
is safe to eat
and they are just not telling us

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