Making smooth silvery lines on the red to Nike and lance mountain
sliding his tail at the apex
as both flashy dandy and sober think     van Gogh as a Buddhist monk
gilded I waived all my rights and revered by the plain people above sea level
a waterfront with ships from whitewood furniture, the shelves of glorious copper dome
velvet on a gray satin ground profusely decorated as Christ, Rembrandt, a bohemian outcast
an obedient, faceless servant of a dogmatic establishment class bourgeois to
                                                                  core self--or, as we would say today, narcissistic

                                     articulating a sense