pen and acrylic paint, 9 x 14 inches, 2008.
Smoking this cigar,
I watch the slinking, rolling smoke:
Drift where you may,
it seems to say.
How funny: where we wind up sometimes.
And, well—also where we don’t.
Smoking this cigar,
I watch the slinking, rolling smoke:
Drift where you may,
it seems to say.
How funny: where we wind up sometimes.
And, well—also where we don’t.