Vincent - Paddy Goes to Holyhead, Mark Patrick

A wet coloured paintbrush and a white house by night

A landscape with a ploughman and another house beside

Sunflowers and cornfields and an easel down below

A strawhat on a mournful face is all that we know

Oil-colour-canvases and pictures in frames

Who asks for paintings of a guy with no name?

«Brother, can you help me, I′m stone broke again

Tomorrow I′ll sell it all to an art-businessman»

Spot-painted poetry, living in quandary

Outside a gallery derided and chased

Life is a lottery without a warranty

Dying in beggary, buried in haste

Hard times for an artist with contrary mind

Scaramongers everywhere, short-sighted and blind

Novelty was out of time, boundary′s effaced

It′s better to make and end that to live in disgrace