"drifting out of time...something's on your mind....and i don't wanna be the one that you call when you get down..."

      UTRILLO


i can never think
of him without thinking

of the tender relationship
between his mother

(suzanne valadon) and him.
it was like a delicate

wind-up japanese paper
airplane she bought on a paris street

for him when he was lost. sick.
fully-grown. a man but destroyed

like a child. she could
sell herself to more famous

male artists. to save him
she could stand bare. destroyed

and still fetch beauty.
i think her works finer

than his. they were mother
& son but lived like desperate

lovers. i can't help
but think of them and smile

and hope they both
sleep well today. as do you

i hope. the delicate line
which delineates. the tiny

japanese paper airplane
flying across the room.

the maquettes. the sketches.
the window full of second empire.

steelton has a bit of that
what an accident. and crows today

i see. i am awake and thinking
of utrillo and you. the grayness

is not that bad. he says
if i put snow falling preciously

in this. the price will double.
and his mother looking very much his lover

in her robe across the room.
with her left breast half visible. smiles