Rosie said - 'Let's go check out, Brett's work.'

(She always knew what was on where for free)

They'd slung you in their foyer

of an important bank - which bank?

Details like that

                          don't

interest me.

I gaped a-guppy at the sight of your mastery slapped

bargain-bin-paint-style on walls ceiling

felt queer for we rose through your chorale-ing-host

those windows to visions of seering-knowing.

Rose carousel-style (an escalator, actually).

I kid not

(I'd never joke about that).

What an ignorant display my young heart raged

had I Luke's light sabre I'd have killed.

Though

one day

at last

(galaxy far, far away)

I saw Lascaux     recognized

your voice.

saw connection finally.....

Lascaux (Spirit Cave).....

Michelangelo..... (Sistine Chapel)......

Escher..... (Stairwell)......

Van Gogh..... (The Night Cafe).....

Matisse..... (Red Room).....

Brett Whiteley...... (Baboon)