Flesh Colored Canvas

My visions still blurred by the tricks that you turned,
 I danced and fell back
 I laid open eyed drinking heart wine
 Soaking in all that I lacked
 A lover accused of standing abuse then
 Turning and running the track
 A pawn in the game that muses had made
 Somehow I always attract

 Tainted and twisted, my drinks double-fisted
 Aiming the path at a crash
 Killing the time painting teeth with red wine
 Spitting color to your back
 A Pollock-like painting that don’t keep you waiting,
 The feeling bleeds out of a gash
 Your cutting won’t peel, the washing won’t heal
 The meaning however abstract

 This is how I changed my mind

 A quick stroke of black on a flesh-colored canvas
 Emoting the sympathy left
 Seven strokes red aiming ends at your head
 Each for a sacrifice met
 Dark blue blurs on the ends of your curves
 The sadness you caused and I kept
 I tie it all in with a solid gold pen
 A frame to make sure that it’s felt

 The medium bleeds but at least you can see
 A mirror can reach to your back
 It reminds you of me and what I stand to be
 With obvious subtle attack
 Lay on your side so it lasts a lifetime
 Learn from this simple abstract
 The painter has gone and you stand alone
 Gone with the tip of my hat

 This is how I changed my mind