oil is thick, black            & *****         like                                     
 Colleen made small                 sketches that she sold by    the roadsid e     the
                genuine Amish Folk Art           underside of a truck chassis;
she called the painter            Einstein          &        H e took it
he saw art;      there where her       heart; standing
should have   te dealer driving        she runs to tell
Einstein flagging      Einstein brought her
into the woods & let her use    .      she called the dealer & made an appoint m ent      his secret cell            .          a sheath of big bills;                  she's got the dealer's # but the family
doesn't own a phone;                ls   those two artists just
sit up there on Green Hill                       looking up at the milky way  .
through wants to buy them all;           .                 been existentialist
in the open field with a                      canvas spread out 
 in fron t      high        high          o f    .          she met him at art school & brought him home w/ her  him;
Einste    o in                soaked w/ rain &               crawling w/ bugs & life; ****; brought a large painting rolled up like a carpet; Colleen wore a new dress her mother made just the night before; Beatles on the gallery's stereo, Jean turns the music down when the t two rubes walk in;
.
he pours
brown paint over black
tar-like              oli       devils rise
he tosses a single    wooden    Mr. Marchetti
is expecting us, said the Amish girl;
he              comes out mome       ntarily &     greets them w/ smiles & white wine on his breath;       Le  Einstein      rolls his painting out over the floor;
               olleen's heart  is beat ing fast         & Jean                     thinks she's inlove & Marchetti
shakes the boy's                 hand, u're going to be rich;
ri  c h          sh              w e sur e        ego s     .       fi riffing on her love rifh she loves this  character                             match onto the
wet slick & i     t explodes                  white hot & invisible at noon in the sun:                         .        Einstein's paintings explode