False Cods

Painter, bring the weight of your
 thoughts to the lead in the paint on your
 Fingertips
 Chizel abstract to fruition
 Wetware. All we are is wetware.
 Pastel paint on the side of organic canvas
 At a fault we are imperfect little portraits
 Tracing details in ourselves
 I can't tell
 Where is the artist and what is the art?
 Maker, found your luck in the shades that poured from your veins
 When you made her
 Another masterpiece in place
 Fake art. All we are is fake art
 An accident of the brush, mixing colors on palettes
 Forge your fate
 Guide the pen to the paper
 Sign your name
 Take credit where credits due
 Show some faith
 Existence is a process
 Take the time left to find
 A means to a meaning
 At a fault we are imperfect little portraits
 Tracing details in ourselves
 I can't tell
 When the paint should begin to dry
 When the ink begins to run
 Put ourselves upon the wall
 And I can't tell
 Where is the artist and what is the art?