Turpentine

Turpentine,
I hold you in my hands
painted black, red, blue, grey,
a slice of holy yellow,
unworthy.

Turpentine,
I want to splash,
pour
fling
sting
melt away
away
away
all of the past
all that I painted
...
but,
I feel,
pressed,
weighted.

Turpentine,
to pour you
over starched canvass
gouged, pitted
baring my soul
cryptic
puzzling
serving my ego
hiding my secrets
showing myself to those who might understand
...

I would become
Mute.

I hunger for,
Absolution.

Turpentine
...

Blank
My Canvas
Turpentine,
Turpentine,
give me
Rebirth.