Paint Me!

Paint me!

Yes! please Paint me into time indefinite itself!

with umber for my searching, eager eyes of love and pain

titanium white, yellow ochre and burnt umber, for my skin, my warmth

with intense blue for

the tightest pair of jeans I've never worn

can you paint double denim?

a jacket and jean combination

from fashion hell

would you? could you?

penetrate the white with cadmium

or lunar black or Payne’s grey

for the backdrop, the setting

maybe an ultramarine shirt

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Splash the paper

dowse it in water

mix to make magic happen

strike the canvas

as you would, to my heart

give life

to my ego, id, superego

give form

to my conscious, subconscious

and unconscious mind

*

Paint me as a Picasso, Dali or Bosch

In triptych perhaps, or abstract

befriended by pigs and the scourge

with my greatest of loves

bring to life my calm-adjacent, frazzled mind

with unrestrained wonderment, nightmarish embellishment

Paint me as

a troubled Van Gogh or Pollock

weary and worn out

weighted by life and anxiety

*

Use your talents to bring me to life

heavy brushstrokes

to burden the weight of the anguish

lighter brushstrokes

for the fine lines of stress

give my lips

life and confidence with warmth

as my body erodes, life drains from me,

give me legacy

immortalise me,

yes please, immortalise my mortal coil

bring forth with honesty

the unkempt hairs

on my back and my abdomen

for never a back, sack and crack fellow

ever was I

*

May the flick of your wrist

and the mix of the palette

give testimony

to my infamy, memory and very soul

a happy little accident

of a planned creation

that was pushed forth

from my dear mother's womb

*

Envelope my being

in the canvas, like swaddling a baby

whether in

a scrapbook of discarded projects

heralded in the finest of galleries,

as the greatest

grant me

the status of regals, fools and villains

*

Highlight

the drama, the war within in my body and soul

as I descend from the loftiness

of man's apex to the dirt

and cast a shadow no more

and breathe my last breath

let the embodiment

of who I was, am and could be, live on

Paint me as I lived,

not as the ashes that blow in the wind

*

Paint me

with the most haunting, endearing eyes

somewhere between Dorian at his worst and Ms Lisa at her most ominous

with eyes that pierce right through skin, sinew, flesh, blood and bone

to the innermost deepest of wretched thoughts as you curse my name

for as he searched for immortality and was afforded it,

through hedonistic appetite and frivolity for morality,

so too did I suffer for my appetite

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So, please, paint me without pandering

like an artist of old

who held back from the truth

to avoid the chopping block

Paint the imperfections,

the sincerity of my quest for redemption

Paint me with glasses

and make note on canvas

with deft brushstrokes the deceit in my eyes

the difficulty most had

in trusting me

for a man is everything

the good, the bad, the ugly

the love, the anger, the darkness in their mind

the lack of agency

reluctancy of responsibility

the kindness that underscores, overshadows

brightens the dims, embattles the clouds

with water and paint, bring me to life

living and breathing eternal

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Or sketch me, yes sketch me in rough,

like one of the French girls

an Adonis selling parfum

we know them too well

on a napkin or the wall of a public latrine

as I blow in the wind, like a fart in the breeze

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Thanks for reading!

Author's Notes: This was written for Poppy's Prompt Thingo 5, which you can find out more below.

I feel like this, something I wrote in very short time, is very much a companion piece to this piece -