Best Pollack Poems
The perception is mine,
though you may get sucked in
here is where I begin
a new expression
dropping sticks
they drip paint onto the canvas
in my own private Idaho
droplets on massive scales
tossed into the abyss
thinner smells its space
Or in a self-contained gateway
when in a walled in feeling, hesitant,
driven by tortuous tones
dispatched onto fabric
soaked into frantic fibers
contrasted construct
From need there are new ways,
when sober, quiet, less erratic
stable in a globular convex
arbitrary? Not at all,
drawn to the natural world
nature’s handyworks
there is order
an emotional splashing
where the eyes do not settle
rhythm spackles not of chaos
but evoking nature scapes
an orchestral overture
no finales,
where the eyes do not settle
I’ve captured summertime
Fall aside,
come one come all,
dance
alongside
My mind sees the heat of summer
it feeds layers of linage drifting destinations
adrift they map into not the meticulous
but the slop moppy hodgepodge
and through each droplet
I can give myself a true art buzz
provide a pivot in my perspective
and give gripping observations
I've a dire need to drip, drip
dripping something that appears
without knowing what’s going to happen
I’ve captured summer
it's Fall, on the cusp,
inside I dance
around my canvas
with you as an arc alongside
getting out my paints
primary and secondary
starting slowly, but working my way to a frenzy
Pollack style.
tossing out a few dots
no satisfaction.
begin penciling in some lines
thinking animals as I do this.
an eagle, an elk, a monkey,
something fun, humorous, clever
lots of yellows, reds, and blues.
love the basics.
a little black, some white, more than usual
I like bright. Bright is the ruler of the scepter if you ask me.
tossing some random bulls into the fray
Pondering whether or not to leave it alone.
This is how I know it is finished.
I love it!
A rogue mosquito wasn't practicing
the fine art of social distancing
so with one vicious wallop
I painted a Jackson Pollock
and hung it in my art gallery
In the chapel, the pastor keeps preaching
The exact same words over and over.
"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened!"
He claims that the more wealth you possess,
The heavier your shoulders become.
"Lighten your shoulders!"
He says a tithe of one-tenth is worse than a lack of faith,
Commanding us to offer nine-tenths instead.
Wait, what? What about my kitten's kibble money?
"Put down your vain, expensive car this instant
And come to me! Do you not have a two-wheeled bicycle?"
He barks that the gas-guzzling hippo is no longer needed,
Vanity of vanities, all is vanity!
"Leave behind the lover you are flirting with!
Does it not waste your emotions and your wealth?
Come to me!"
Wait, what? Am I supposed to live all alone then?
Being so innocent, I believed it all and put it into action.
And before I knew it, I ended up drowning in loans.
Like a cat chasing after its prey,
Debt chases after me at the speed of light.
The pastor then tosses a remark at me,
Saying hunger is far better than fullness.
"The true meaning of 'Come to me, all you who are burdened'—
Have you finally realized it now?"
Yes, I have truly realized it.
That you were nothing but a cult leader.
Meanwhile, our precious seven-generation cat
Is growing thinner and thinner,
And my once hopeful eyes
Have become just like the eyes of a frozen pollack
Left forgotten inside a deep freezer.