Fugitive

*The Pursuit Of Love* Oil On Paper

If
I Had
My
Car
Today,
I Would
Drive
Away,
Up
Through
Tijeras
Pass
And
On
Until
I Ran
Out
Of
Gas.
And
There,
I’d
Sit
Down
On
Whatever
Ground,
And
Likely
Find
I Had
Left
Nothing
Behind.
But
Back
I’ll
Come,
To
Metaphorically
Hang
Another
Show,
Going
No
Meaningful
Place,
Another
Painter,
Stranded
In
Space.