Indiscriminate Bombardment

Indiscriminate bombardment will flow with endless pigmented possibilities; A cross of Penelope pop-socks and indigo; Abstruse, the two primary colors; It must be that brush of butterfly effect the wild one pulled from under the covers; Intangible to all but the one who strokes the canvas with bubbling neon flames; A smeared showpiece each drop stokes; Quilted texture of poodle-prairie red dances with lines of earthy caveman; Stimulated Muse taunted, empowered; Passion-ridden poppy colored hands leave only the most elegant stain; That backsplash born of bold badlands; Lush hues of whimsical rain pour out exiting the smallest tube on the table; Children’s daydreams fall from it’s spout; Behind perfectionism a child will lurk, screaming at you to relax and have fun; Who cares if it is pristine or patchwork?