3 August 2025
daubed man walking
after a Vincent Van Gogh self portrait or a portrait of his brother Theo
follies in crypto fat boys tiptoe tulips choke the late stage air the atmosphere
is gelid – will their mess confess perhaps it’s conscious perhaps it’s not perhaps anything’s possible when you toss the solvent down your throat and
swallow death spirals well this is how to walk:
fall forward and don’t forget to step out to stop the fall and carry on to
possess the bomb and make
others
manageable
hello
straw hat halo
this effort will continue
this boy will try
to be good, dapper
even, among his daubs
before he trips
at the precipice
of
his bare head
for a moment
seen from below it’s
luminous, the property
of saints before
they, too, fall