she carries her easel to the park
to paint the grass w/ only pink pa int she painted the grass pink &       it sold;
Bettie van Gogh could paint anything        as long as it was pink & it sold;
she walked into up to towards in the direction of two stems evoking the marble & plaster statues of the ancient golden times                                
    lost
              below the green sea
where the monsters dwell far,
                    far below our world every color alive
                                                                ­             in & of itself she bought     the earth from Jesus who loves    philosophy         as much as her        her as much if not more than many men                   have died in space wars of the psychic massacre of the lively green Id,
                                                             ­    so long as desert winds blow hot & red
we've seen her naked
it was pink & it sold

Bettie van Gogh                        changes the channel on her old Motorola set