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ekphrastic
Arshile
Gorky's Plumage Landscape (1947)
[National
Gallery of Australia]
picnic
to me
with
a flag of
just
what's on the brush
inversion
so suction
some
shading and some spray
I
like connectedness all random
otherworldly
squiggle
like
fume and drip
crème
de menthe
a
tall glass tilts
where
fancy's taken
spread
flow
the
almost head
of
ballerina scribble
delicious
day
and
weather coming
fireworks
gone
guests
whom we've enticed to stay
there's
nothing you can breathe in that world
it's
poison I tell you, it's poison
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