When the paint jar tipped off of the table
you watched as it started to fall
glass popped, shattered, and splattered
and paint spray hit the wall
bright blue glossy enamel across the kitchen floor
you said, " good God look at that pattern,
I've never seen that before."
...leave it like it is
never mind the turpentine
just, leave it like it is...
it's fine.
When the paint dried you gave it a title
you called it "kitchen blue"
a white frame painted around it
and gallery lighting too.
rich folks come over for dinner
they all want one of their own.
they say, " how much, who's the artist
and my what a beautiful home."
...leave it like it is
never mind the turpentine
just, leave it like it is...
it's fine.
Most folks suffer in sorrow
thinking they are just no good
they don't match the magazine model
as close as they think they should.
They live like the paint by numbers
the teacher would be impressed,
a lifetime of following lines,
so its just like all the rest.
...leave it like it is
never mind the turpentine
just, leave it like it is...
it's fine.