Glob Of Paint

Today
I feel as though
my hands 
are filled
with a glob
of paint

The canvass
becomes 
a hand 
towel where
emotions are 
transferred 
like the 
routine
drying of 
one's palms
in an effort 
to be 
cleansed

A false
purification
but a
survivalist's
ritual
to maintain
 sanity

A place
where
Delusions
of 
Realism
conceive
an holy
bastard
which  corrupts 
 decency
into 
depravity