You know him, love/the one I’m leaving you for.. You love him too I’m leaving you for me.
My builder buddy Ian has got it exactly
right as usual. He’s spotted time is running
out for me and Mark. And written me a poem...
Tonight I’ve got Dinah Washington, The Jazz
Sides on. I wonder where I got it? From the
way those daffodils on the speaker box flail
around, she’s shoving her songs along, “Is You
Ain’t You My Baby” amused menace. Soft Winds.
Mark loves watching me painting. He’s doing
a photo essay of me at work.Behind the speakers is the neglected chest
of drawers from Dad’s farm at Purakauiti, I
re-varnished (lighter) and did up, when Dad
had terminal cancer back in 1972. I’ve never
quite got the drawers to fit, but I love it.
The handles are gutless, and Mum’s vase needs
a red slash along the top to make it hang to-
gether, and Alberta Hunter’s sacking voice.
1994 acrylic on hardboard 900 x 600mm