One Color Pollock
(as read at Nomad Cafe 28 April 2010)
SHAPES
I wish I could tell you
where that goddamned fuse is
the one in my nose,
just outside my brain
the one that burns out
on its own inscrutable schedule
underlining random incidents
in red ink
sometimes it's an ambush
the drops splash down before
I feel them falling
a one-color pollock stares back at me
from the ground, expanding
sometimes, I just know
and you'll see me tilt my head back
am I looking for shapes in the clouds in the ceiling?
no, I am just standing here
drinking myself to death
SHAPES
I wish I could tell you
where that goddamned fuse is
the one in my nose,
just outside my brain
the one that burns out
on its own inscrutable schedule
underlining random incidents
in red ink
sometimes it's an ambush
the drops splash down before
I feel them falling
a one-color pollock stares back at me
from the ground, expanding
sometimes, I just know
and you'll see me tilt my head back
am I looking for shapes in the clouds in the ceiling?
no, I am just standing here
drinking myself to death
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