Omnivore Paint


Saw art like supper over the hooks. On
them, hang arms, cut to halves. Will I shore to
wreckage? It did. Pirates say harps. Pink angel
blends (?) anything does. The fault, back-eyed black,
bringing. Sure not. Am I cornered in shotgun?
Purple vase of shape. Monster green scatters
dust to shaded scarves, the blue-light leaking.
Black and orange to contrast neither a
color. Beige pavement. Colors painting loud.