I am an alien, an insect, a something,
flying through the spaces between the umbrella plant leaves
which aren't stopping the summer shower from soaking thru,
rendering everything a puddle.
but I'm not sure if it's jazz,
or Jazz...you know what I mean?
I hear it, but it's like the water drops on my newspaper, magnifying a G here, blurring a C there...
Right now I think those drops are picking-up radio signals from Mars.
I am an alien, an insect, a something...
flying through the spaces.
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48"x24"x2" Plywood panel-painting. Acrylics, house paint, spray paint. Features hand-cut stenciled details. Panel is cradled. Unframed.
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