4/2
Background shading in a big picture, priorities rearrange,
accommodate a mission statement that makes my hues swell,
crowd the other shades until I stand out, disrupt harmony,
drip off the canvas in horrible, gloopy drops that stain,
burn through the bamboo floors of your expensive North Loop studio,
drip onto the easel in the studio beneath yours,
turn a tree in Spring into a charred portrait of
whatever you think Hell looks like,
the re-purposed bricks catch fire around us,
spreading to every wine bar and bistro and chic salon
until you’re left charred, lidless eyes rolling upward
to watch the smoke form shapes above you,
still murmuring your fucking mission statement.
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