I want to paint….

I want to paint Kung-fu Kate fighting her enemies viciously,

a Friday fight funking,

an elephant eating elevator music.

I want to paint a black bee booming a paint explosion,

a cyan car crashing into the paint nuke,

the active apple acting dead.

I want to paint the sound of the hell helicopter hacking the paint detonator to move away from the bee,

the memory of my iced identity in the wind

and the sound of the midnight moon moving like a firework across the galaxy.

I want to paint the end of this poem.