Tag Archives: Poetry

It may be interesting though unnecessary to know
How random the random splatters.
Movies of painters waving brushes, pouring
Memories of Greg Ploetz above Navarro
Squirting tubes haphazard? Chance magic?
Visions of sticks stutter dragging through lumped acrylic
Circles 360 round not precisely measured to match
Translucent gradients on edge, dark spatter south of right
An accident left uncorrected, accepted.

Knowing nothing, feeling everything, everything I see
Teaches, raises questions I could research if I didn’t
Prefer my own conclusions. A Warhol Marilyn seen
Through a doorway, repeat, repeat, not quite repeat
Upper left square bears shadow stain, query Andy:
Replication? Fuzzy eyesight, replicate, replicate?
What difference these masterpieces in the museum
And the paintings in Kay’s daddy’s garage, scorned,
Pending eviction, her conviction oozing out of her eyes
Who says, who judges, what standard, what price?
An accident left uncorrected, artist left rejected.

(Original Date: July 8, 2005, Nelson Atikins Museum, Kansas City)

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Meg Ryan’s Blues

Albert Finney has not come to dinner tonight.
The real skinny takes no excuses, it’s a slight.
She loves when he sunsets a scene, noon to twilight.
“Albert,” says she, “Always has presence, not quite
“Overpowering, he lets her grace flow around his might,
“I melt, hot brie in theater chair, until tonight.”

(May 6, 1998 at Liberty)

gary and sandy as james dean and marilyn monroe

I dreamed a movie starring us the other night:
we lived in a silver Airstream
parked in the middle of a West Texas place.
Our life, close to each other and far from everyone else,
was captured on hand-tinted black & white:
my pale pink shirt I wore as I cooked and your turquoise skirt
moved to the beat of an obscure quick blues.
Seated at the kitchen table, you laughed and talked,
backlit by sun filtered through a semicircle of yellow curtains.
A cat slept at the end of the couch. I grabbed your hand
and we danced. My arms, bare under rolled sleeves,
held you firm as we twirled across the tiny living room.
We kissed, and I brought drinks while we caught our breath.

(Original Date: about 1986)