picking up the brush again

Walls shouldn't be left naked
or the cracks will show.
And when men turn into angry boxers,
there'll be nothing to hide
the cuts with.
Though weak, foundations
should appear sturdy,
vibrant, constant.
It shouldn't age,
it shouldn't move,
it shouldn't be damaged at all.
Paint does that:
it hides the age,
the imperfections,
the inconsistencies.

The painting had stopped
for a moment
and the artist's eyes
were led to believe in permanence
and rosy intricacies.
But men always turn into
fickle boxers,
who crash into the walls
and through the dreams that cover them.
Soon,
the walls are blank,
they're naked and weak
once again.



The Painter is back;
go find your walls.
She needs you to cover her in dark hues
to mask her stained, bruised face.