A plain wall is what you see,
but a canvas for painting
it will be for me.

I take out my tools –
cans of paint. They are
snakes that spray out venom
and I’m the snake charmer.

My painting begins.
It looks good. It looks abstract.
It turns out great.
‘Wow. Beautiful,’
Was all I could call it.

The world thinks I engage
in vandalism. But then,
do I have another canvas?