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Planet Pollock

It's a dangerous thing to sit alone in front of a Pollock.
There are viewers who have been
spontaneously, instantaneously, combusted
on the spot, whose ashes had to be swept away
by the guards at the end of the day.
And there are others who were lit and
are still burning:human, ambulatory, torches- -agonizing
and illuminating.Ecstatic and ekphrastic.
Beware:If you should
see one, don't come too close.Use its light

to make your escape.The flame is infectious
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Friday, September 4, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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Inspired by my seeing Pollock's Autumn Rhythm at MOMA.
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