Painting

It's best to be able to mean it, regardless of when the mood strikes
in the morning or at night when no one's even looking.
When left standing alone to fend for itself in a world full of critics
who palpitate for signs of vulnerability or light-headedness in my work.

A weakening in the palette means
that each stroke moves quickly from Scorpio into Sagittarius;
magnetic, easily moved and quick to detect insult.
Reckless and indifferent to consequences 
who are obviously fearless on canvas; art
in search of charm, forthrightness and optimism;
rarely acknowledges imprudence.

Reserve is the new dope.
I smoke, suck and fire back politely
like a firm stroke of the Winsor and Newton brush
each with a very specific command; 
yet no one has ever been able to fake an orgasm on canvas.
Nor their preferences for blue; a color
that doesn't mess over the others, until it gets to the one it wants,
nor hangs on for what it can squeeze out like blood, 
from a work of uncircumcised genius.

Together, hue and clamor guarantee a pretty good cause 
that'll eventually lead to public accolades.
Banning and libel litigation; which are perfectly fine, 
as long as they don't prevent the composition from getting over.