Oils on 40 x 50 cm stretched canvas (web store).
We’re all running up the hill
that most of us come tumbling down.
One in a million gets caught on the sill,
between over and around.
What do they do there, the rare and unfallen?
Is it any fun to be alone by the gallon?
Then again, we’re all so strange, one way or another.
There are so many human planes to wack out on, brother.
