dunno what it was, actually–
(hate to admit) but used to
laugh about his paintings
cause i didn’t understand,
3o million for a pic, i mean,
with nothing on it– really–
i’ve come to see Jeff Koons
but– Rothko captures me,
i stand, rooted, wings
wide, spread between dark soil &
unsure whatElse– clueless,
there’s no title, plum and
dark brown– that’s it– i put in
my own– subCaption, track’Ndream,
the watchman watches me,
serious & motionless, how
i sink deeper, taste of sugar,
plum and soil thick on my
tongue, lips– // SilenCe,
thousand rubbers straps,
stret–ching, ST-retcH–ing–
’til it hurts, bReAk, i’m there or–
“1903 to 1970–” says someone,
sNa_P__ (unheard)
the watchman turns & i–
move on, just like we all do
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it’s OpenLinkNight again at dVerse, which means that we’re serving poetry and only poetry all night…come, grab your pen and join us…gates open at 3pm EST
