Canvas

[brisk bear]

Picked up some wood to build the bars that hold my sane banality.

The bysmal lines define.

I take a lilting glance and flick my tears onto the linoleum floor.

The way Bob Ross flicks excess paint off of his brush against a tin can.

I staplegun linen taut against the bars,

And with derelict violence,

I slap thick, bodied acrylic onto the flat surface.

And the canvas is made.

[cerulean barn]

this poem aligns with the style often seen in 'The Poetry Society'- the change in rythm in the last sentence is wonderful, and the concise nature of the poem makes it all the more amazing ^^

the line
"I staplegun linen taut against the bars,"
in particular is amazing imagery <3