The Topsy-turvy purchase, perchance, of a gathered + Golden-faced masterpiece – of Chaotic oceans of over-emotive Bewilder aside hyperactive Expressionism when it places itself Tantalized alongside this unerring sense of wilder-most Explosion, as all of it s-w-i-m-s..
Simultaneously with-in Him: this particular + outright peculiarized Time.
As the curves of his battle-hardened (Bruised + beaten-down) body will simply-both-sizably Seize a piece of themselves + rapturously start at rigorously rewinding, Reminding + Spontaneously replying…
In the face of the rampant race against the Colossal curves + the colossal Shapes…
Of the Cutthroat canvas sometimes!! Yes, he appears to have been double-dosed in hidden bouts of Quick-thinking delirium this time – shy-eyed and about to CONSCIENTIOUSLY CRY harder than never quite witnessed before
As the paint spatters to p-o-u-r… … “some bit, some more.. “
Til he’s got nothing left but to blame his pure + downright frightful + god-forsaken failings yet again
Mediocre, mad + haphazard Zen? Maybe, perhaps… a sudden-most + succinctly unacceptable lapse in real-life-reality, pl-Ease! Let. Him. Break. From. Stereotypical. Tradition.
Can you not see it yet – that he’s been Waiting with wings imagined back upon his mammoth state of irreparable M-i-n-d sometimes?