Making out inside a Richard Serra
Strikes me as the right way to take in art
Like embracing an echo
The moment examined mercurifies
An eviscerated longing
I feel like a voyeur
Eating warm cheese at the gallery
Among paintings of American landscapes
Green grasses greedily all over
Pockets of bounty and fetishistic boundaries
Everywhere evidence of the delusion of control
Off canvas tract houses and company towns
For now a small rock spins as green as glades
Green as moss
As dollars
Another day another heist of the present
To pay for the past
The cash cow has failed to lactate forever
Where are the wise graziers
Who would recognize refusal as referendum?
Even in winter
We stand here insisting
A good party never ends
It merely liquids into aspirin
And poetry isn’t dead
It’s gone to live on an upstate farm
The world is like that also
Getting over its need to be seen
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From Hog Lagoon, by Sarah Jean Grimm, available now from blush.
