This poem was inspired by the image of my heart exploding and the splatter creating an unfathomable work of heart on any walls closing in on me.
Jackson Pollack Heart Work
I was cornered
Awe round me
I temped too
God be holed
In a four chamber homme
A work of heart
Life beaten
Threw me
Exploding on
Too the seeing
Every wall
Canvas squared
A wreck tangle
Of some kind
No’ing the impassable
A cure rate unknown
That winnow
To my soul
To my whole body
Of work
Without brushes
With death
Compelling soully
To but a few
This poem can be considered a companion poem to an earlier work of heart:
My heart breaks daily
Spilling out into the streets
And other public places.
The authorities instruct me
To clean it up.
