This Perfect Day, Paint Me In Poem by james watkin

Artist, or Creator-God
It matters not to me.
Back to the old drawing board
With you, and your whimsey!

Perfect world's; up for dispute!
Am I its perfect fit?
Only if that's me, a rail
To leap champs at the bit!

With blown hour's slashed crudities
Go stroke for stroke, brushing.
At roof, road, hot play between
Thick-layed for storm, rushing.

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Day, with incongrous images
That jar, and not just one
Content to be picturesque
Set, midst them this wanton!