Archive | April 24, 2015

Negative Space

Pollock threw
himself
into his paintings
dripping energy
like heat
from a fine
vodka
till the chaos
of what he felt
left us gawking
unsure of what
we know
to be art
or chicken scratching
and we jealously wish
that in one big bang
amid the viscous
flow of paint
we could tangle our hair
and let
ourselves
out.