Vincent Testo

A wet coloured paintbrush
and a white house by night
a landscape with a ploughman
and another house beside
sunflowers and cornfields
and an easel down below
a strawhat on a mournful face
is all that we know
Oil-colour-canvases
and pictures in frames
who asks for paintings
of a guy with no name?
brother can you help me
I❝m stone broke again
tomorrow I❝ll sell it all
to an art businessman
ard times for an artist
with contrary mind
scaremongers everywhere
short-sighted and blind
novelty was out of time
boundary❝s effaced
it❝s better to make an end
than to live in disgrace
Spot-painted poetry
living in quandary
outside a gallery
derided and chased
life is a lottery
without a warranty
dying in beggary
buried in haste