Coast of Blue
Ruminations of a Traveling Artist
In my blue striped dress
I look like a Russian expat
Obtrusive as a snail
Leeching dye
On the sandstone strolls
Of the French Riviera
My Chinese embroidered worm
Silk purse is empty
But I carry seven canvases
Separated by cardboard pieces
Little children
Nestled in their cubby holes
Here is the
Grey gutter antipasto
Where gasoline rainbows
Reflect counterfeit Grecian azure
And eggless pasta
Water I wandered west for
On the bleeding heels of
The day my hands failed me
Stained walnut and oil paint
The color of lavender
Rapeseed red poppy
And wild olive tree
Lazy from compulsive rendering
Of Mont Sainte-Victoire
On a ritualistic
Plein-air pilgrimage
To summon the ghost
Of Cézanne
By rail to Cannes
I deliver my paintings
To a terra cotta alley dealer
Who deals in tourist fly paper
For black beady eyes
And Sauvignon stained lips
Toward the next postcard town
Where I can wedge Etruscan
Red clay or glaze roosters
Inhale cigar ash
And sip bourguignon gravy
Exchanged for gold leaf cloisonné
I’ll be gone before the sunrise
Turns sea foam
To champagne fizz
Back aboard the coastal train
Where iron bars shudder
Infinite Aphrodite pearls
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