Paint covered hands
Whiped on bottle green velvet
Nothing but a name and a brush
Unheated walk-up
A lump of cheese for brunch
Red wine for dinner
Divine poverty
A canvas is his fortune
Suffering for ones art
In a most radical way
Nude muse slumbers in the corner
A breathing reminder
That paint can solve all
Beautiful muse drunkenly still
Shatter his heart forever
So that he may paint