ahoy! you painters of pictures! DRAFT!!!

friends in various degrees of palship

in a crowded, illuminated field of too many excesses!

familiarity takes me just so far, to

maybe.. six of you, but–– have you read

Sandra Beasley’s “Biloxi Bacon”?

she’s a poet, and as far as I can tell, not a painter, but

she did this thing with Marc Chagall, and

along her way, his father was mentioned

as a principal player, mostly in the beginning

as most fathers are, and the poem’s a really good read!

(“good” being a relative term same as “friends”)

I was reminded by poet Chloe Martines that

"her specialties are  

anyway, here’s a link to the poem by Beasley:

"Biloxi Bacon" / Sandra Beasley / "Made To Explode"