Flaming Canvas

Flaming Colors of my Canvas

If you zoomed in through a microscope lenses,

My DNA would drown your pupils.

My visual biological make up,

Would make your Pineal gland wake up.

My Isle here, but lacking ease.

My paint brush is nothing, but a lit blunt…

So I ash it.

Dip it in red and let the fire spread.

Burning the borders and frames of what it’s supposed to be.

So I aim for the gold,

But my brush slips into blue.

I send strokes of H2O,

Trying to use the curve of the rainbow to hold in my canvas.

Keep it looking like a masterpiece.

Since we use depth, shades and colors to master peace.

By Shakkoi Hibbert