by Jeph Johnson
pity the painter whose strokes betray
brilliance battling alcohol
early ideas clear with conscience
soon became a sweeping colorstorm
even Ed Harris can replicate
still society marvels at his genius
no one before him (except by accident)
and no one since (except by imitation)
spilled paint onto a canvas with such brazen bravado
clothes
new
emperor
oops!
words are
starting
to
fall
randomly
from my
dictionary
eyes
hoax
pull
close
wool and wow
fell from the same page!
I may
(It appears)
be producing
a masterpiece!
but I am not sure if I am ready...
I am in not enough pain;
I still need a mistress
resembling Jennifer Connelly,
a house in the country
and Life Magazine's endorsement:
The Greatest Living Poet in the United States
then and only then I can hope to approach
the torture level that turns turmoil to chaos
and it will be called "art"
Jackson Pollock? Blue Poles? Pah!