Addressing Canvas

hey canvas,
I’m gonna make a sail
outta you. or a painting,
or a pair of pants.

canvas, you say
you’re material.  I say
I love you more than
the material.  spirit says

god made you bleachy-pale
for the writing upon, tough
stitchability, force a curved needle
to do that and it’ll punch my hand,

don’t care.  god’s impersonal enough
not to care about you if it’s better
for me to make you creation-ground.
I’ll get my blood on you, canvas,

and no backtalk, no ticktock
or ripsnap when the wind gets at
your back.  mine, canvas, you’re mine
and I’ll sail you wear you cover you

in vision and oils maybe all at once.
I can do anything, says god.  not yours,
mine.  thank the bastard of my head,
he’s on my side.  canvas old buddy,

you’re never gonna know what hit ya.