Putting it all Down

Sitting on the front porch

in the October air,

eating popcorn and painting

with one hand, sneezed

and got paint all over my face,

not that it matters to me,

or anyone else

who isn’t there.

House paint rolls

onto paper grocery sacks,

post cards and letters

I paint them all though

I don’t know what the words

and pictures mean

folks still like them,

still ask me to explain

the things I don’t know,

always been that way,

maybe that’s the way

its supposed to be,

but I know poets and painters

who can tell you

what they are thinking,

but I just put it all down

and let you try to understand.