Masterpiece

Masterpiece of watercolours
washed over white and black,
painted upon the bedroom walls
to spite the canvas that you lack.

Window wipers cease to whir,
they're just silly contraptions on a car.
You sleep the day away...
or is it but a coma question of who you are?

Throw on the big dark glasses
and the heavy over coat..
carpe diem, baby doll,
just like those poems that you wrote.

The world is but an oyster,
just squishy and pink and soft...
sort of like the bubble gum,
which tastes like syrup for your cough.

You're dying just to listen,
listen to the humming of the rain.
Throw on your big brown boots
two steps forward, one back again.

Just a game, aren't we, darling?
Isn't that all we're ever gonna be?
Stick figures in your paintings...
paint me a picture of hope and memory.

And if you can't find the shade of pink,
forget the yellow, let's go black.
It'll be a pretty night to travel
with those suitcases you've packed.

Let's run away to tomorrow,
chase the sunset and the fairy tales.
Why do the plans always fall through...
why do the masterpieces fail?