The bright colors bounce,

Fly off the canvas.

Literally.

 

Fire truck reds, noen yellows, vibrant blues,

Orange oranges, snake eye greens, egg plant purples.

 

Warm colors,

Cool colors,

Soft, bright colors.

 

The canvas before me

It holds nothing of importance.

 

Paint splattered randomly

Here, there, everywhere.

The painting screams craziness.

 

The brush in my hand is old,

Withering, splintering,

Slowly falling apart.

 

I dip the brush in the electric blue,

bring my wrist back,

And flick.

 

Sending the colors flying 

Through the air.

Boucing off the canvas.