I show up in the world
to work (maybe I switched that
around and about)
At work to work
Where do I work? What’s the address?
On the corner of 1st and
Unknown.
No desk for me
I’m a surface guy—
Horizontal, vertical
these are the planes I fly.
A brush with fame and
a brush with a future
Stand oil and English
turpentine— oh the
smell of heaven.
Color glistens as it’s
squeezed out of its sleeve,
islands of pure hue
dot the palette
awaiting the rising tide
of color, wild and wide.
— Richard Rumble