i
think
of
drunk
jackson
pollock
w/dripping
brushes
& him
conducting
w/them
through
the
air
& the
paint
slanting
down
like
colored
rain
onto
the
canvas
i
think
of
van gogh
slapping
it on
thick
like
panicky
pastel
mortar
& i
wail
the
abc's
at
the
blank
page
&
watch
them
roll down
like
blood
from
tear
ducts