Picking up the $2 brush first to get the hand in motion the streets full
flags red and green; running rampantly large
fluttering like my soul and the yellow cushion sculpture blowing
with wellington winds
loved the veteran with the very cold eyes
dan feels i get the reaction and yet no stage flight
Wellington I did not open my eyes to see you as I got lost in strokes I created
the wind has made the easel an impossibility
i do hate my first born on the streets with a vengeance that only a scorpion
ascendant can give you
lemon bitters come to aid with chips and hare krsna puris
one thing at a time is what I need to paint
it has to follow the line....the tsunami came and went but we were high on the heel
and no one cared
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