If attention is love,
Then these artists love Vincent,
As does this impressionist Dick Tracy
(Yellow suit, black hat and all)
Treating tragedy like a whodunit.
Though that's the way it sometimes is with sadness.
We all look for the way it was our fault.
So it wasn't his.
Because how could a man paint worlds so thick with life
We want to paint ourselves into them
Want to take himself out of ours?