Selfish Portrait

by Saladane

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-07-16 16:26:00

Selfish Portrait


I want to go out and paint the beautiful girl
That lives across the road from me but I don’t
Know where to begin. she is an image of perfection to me
How can I show that to you she’s not brushed her hair
This morning, she’s not even dressed walking round the garden
In that old bath robe. Should I sur press my VanGough urges
And wait until tonight where I may see here stylised with her friends,
‘The girls hit the town’, but that’s not her she may as well be a mannequin,
Is that what I should do dress up my own doll? No because that’s not who I want.
Perhaps I could just get a rough sketch and brush out the imperfections
And just paint the perfect but them what would I be showing you, just a picture from a magazine that I’ve never even read, why? Because I don’t like looking at
Someone who hardly resembles themselves I don’t go to a film just to look at the
Female interest I like a story not some real life animation, why not? Because
They look nothing like the girl across the road. She’s so perfect in her reality
She’s unique in her style, so confident to walk her own cat walk in last nights
Comforts, comforts, comforts, she looks comfortable and that’s what we really want in life
Comfort. Of course she just might not give a shit, in which case neither do I. I’m going to paint her slippers and all, I’ll wait until she lights her cigarette capture that as well
Surround her with kids. I’ll scare off all the Playboy dwelling Romeo’s and keep her for myself.

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