Storytime
Once there is a painter who decides to repaint the world.
He pulls the lights of the city like taffy
up toward heaven and down toward the reflective ground
until they explode outward, horizontal across the earth.
He walks into the forest, and adds purple to the landscape:
expanding iris streaks in the tree trunks,
painting purple flowers across the clearings,
swirling violet ripples through lakes and streams.
He drives down the highway with brushes strapped to his bumper,
painting the lane with a rainbow of color.
Satisfied with the outside world, the Painter realizes
He is the One who need God’s Divine Paintbrush..
First, he sticks the wooden handle of a long brush into his stomach
and swirls it around. Emotions release--
overcome, he cries tears of blood.
Next, he uses a clear plastic brush dipped in yellow paint.
He sticks the dry handle into his heart, drags it through the flesh
in X-es, zig-zags, triangles: lines & corners. Light--
white, yellow, hot, pale blue, phosphorescent--
explodes from his heart and up his spine to the stars,
and down his spine to the earth’s core.
He uses the brush end of a pale blue plastic brush
to gently brush his arms. Many-colored flowers
of different varieties bloom wherever the brush touches,
until his arms are a sea of blossoms.
Finally, he passes a boar-bristle paintbrush over his legs,
which become great tree trunks rooted into the ground.
He is finished.
He pulls the lights of the city like taffy
up toward heaven and down toward the reflective ground
until they explode outward, horizontal across the earth.
He walks into the forest, and adds purple to the landscape:
expanding iris streaks in the tree trunks,
painting purple flowers across the clearings,
swirling violet ripples through lakes and streams.
He drives down the highway with brushes strapped to his bumper,
painting the lane with a rainbow of color.
Satisfied with the outside world, the Painter realizes
He is the One who need God’s Divine Paintbrush..
First, he sticks the wooden handle of a long brush into his stomach
and swirls it around. Emotions release--
overcome, he cries tears of blood.
Next, he uses a clear plastic brush dipped in yellow paint.
He sticks the dry handle into his heart, drags it through the flesh
in X-es, zig-zags, triangles: lines & corners. Light--
white, yellow, hot, pale blue, phosphorescent--
explodes from his heart and up his spine to the stars,
and down his spine to the earth’s core.
He uses the brush end of a pale blue plastic brush
to gently brush his arms. Many-colored flowers
of different varieties bloom wherever the brush touches,
until his arms are a sea of blossoms.
Finally, he passes a boar-bristle paintbrush over his legs,
which become great tree trunks rooted into the ground.
He is finished.