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

**** 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