I want to paint,

My cute canine cuddling on my comfy couch,

A Lamborghini as fast and furious as a stroke of lightning,

A football player pulling on his flaming Nike neon football boots,

And the memory of my dad Dan running all the way around the world like a headless chicken.

I want to paint,

The taste of Hanks hot chocolate with warm, melted marshmallows, miraculously mesmerizing,

A Domino’s pizza with hot, runny, stringy mozzarella glistening in the ovens heat,

The sound of a  crazy cockerell clucking on the red round planet Mars,

the distance between the Galaxies dark deserted space like a black desert.

I want to paint the end of this poem