what i learned from the pointillists

i paint
the madness of my days
with colours indelible
i use
white on white
black on black
in short
whatever is available

i think
how does one go
from a step assumed
in trust
to the thingamajig salesman
and the bd krawcas dance around
the man labelled vaLET
me stop and talk

to the shirt
stuck to my back
and the sudden recall
that i (all metre aside
might end up a snack
for the knife of a teenage hack
but it's not for me
to decide