Brushing Up

i brush up on my painting skills the room in my mind is slated clean pastels under foot bring cheap thrills actively brewing my mental caffeine with keen anticipation i open the can and scents arise from creamy hues to stir my emotions i alight cyan thoughts stir to pigmented chartreuse kneeling down i brush away worries and bristle with newfound anticipation at the thought of bright plains i hurry and spread my floor with new elation glistening pigment flows on smoothly a shiny coat of colorful armor untimely realization comes on cruelly i've painted myself into the corner a cascade of colored phrases come to mind glossing over the predicament i'm in trying for semblance of this puzzled find some solution elegant to dissuade chagrin should i wait it out for paint to dry only now i read directions on the can six to eight hours as time goes by can my bladder hold on to this game plan? pigment slowly dries as bladder does not frustration grows as i search other ideas could someone come rescue me, a long shot if i called out, would they hear my pleas no easy way thought to get off the hook the whole plan was just full of holes whatever made me decide a new look my path is clear as i paint my soles © Goode Guy 2011-06-22 oh those colorful phrases ;-)