Painting

1.

each in time begins to look the same
if art discovers hints of red
in what is seen
that same old bloodlike substance
floods each ready canvas

2.

an iron box rusting
under my bed
protects them

after drinks we rush right in
our delight
busts it open flings
and drags their bloody
frames across the floor

loose bits wetly catch
the heavy carpet

3.

so we rip
our lifelike studies
in our redness

bare those entrails
painted so painstakingly

will them perfect wholly