I
paint with my pen,
my
words form the lines,
my
language gives it color
its
depth is in your mind.
When
you read my words
when
you hear my rhymes
think
of the paintings
I've
immortalized in time.
sometimes
I paint it somber,
sometimes
my words are brash
but
always they are clever
I
want my words to last.
Each
painting comes out different
within
each different mind
but
without an open canvas,
you'll
never see my lines.
So
take a moment to absorb
experience
each word you see
the
paintings are my gift to you,
for
the mind is my gallery.
Rainbough
Bouchard
copyright
1998