THE HERD

I am rich ... I am at the head of a large herd of creatures...
for years they have been frolicking in my paintings. they say "it's good for my head".
you can see it in their luminous gaze turned in ward. they spin their lines and fish into the unconscious. they are the gleaming explorers of desire, regrets, sorrow, love, hope, solitude, of the soapy slope of despair. the giant slalom towards death, the winning rise of laughter, the time still passing by, then they fly dragging mists of colors but then why write? it's because of the words.