the dealer letting the artist bring
his gf to the Hamptons w/ them;
expecting a huge masterpiece of
the sun's passing through the sky

the first day it rained & the dreary
weather allowed for no sun; so they
smoked hash & watched the rain;
he didn't think it would matter if he
painted in the rain and dragging the
canvas tarp out to the beach he left
it to get drenched w/ rain & soaked
by the sea; he came back w/ a bottle
& drank until he couldn't stand up any
more & collapsing on his back in the
sand nearly drowned; when he awoke
w/ the sun shining he crawled away;
the self-styled Eurotrash came to like
the Asian American girl who knew
nothing about art; her bf only liking
her b/c she was a *** freak the dealer
knowing better but not saying; the
painter came in covered w/ yellow
paint & sand & strands of sea ****
where the ocean had tried to swallow
him whole like a watery black *******

his eyes were burned out of his head
leaving only gaping yellow holes; he
saw nothing & would never see again
the faces of the women whose faces
had become one in his mental vision
never to be unseen beside the nearly
fatal vision of the sea from the bottom;
the sun above in the sparkling clear
sky after the heaving rain that tore down
houses in some places but here he stood
exposed to the beating torrent; nearly
drowned or eaten by some unseen maw;
baked & bruised; heated & swollen but
most of all drunk & needing another
bottle; u know where the cellar is she
said as the two girls made lunch in the
large tidy kitchen; he was gone tripping
down the stairs where he crawled yet
again, this time climbing up to the rack
for a vintage bottle of Canadian Club;

uncapping it right there & drinking it
down; he would never see again due
simply to not wanting to; the two faces
he could never forget were upstairs making
lunch; the two bodies he would touch later
that night were up there w/ the faces;
he would never see them again but would
live among them as an alien in an alien
environment of paradises unseen but felt
& tasted & paradise would taste & feel
him back; he'd never needed eyes to paint
abstractly only needing to know his paint
was yellow & his canvas was in front of
him to paint the sun & the sure knowledge
that his paint was black when painting
the universe's universal female *******