Since Milton Avery

The magazines just get less great.
The chairs are stiff and painted green.
Although I love you, please don’t be late.

Fourteen springs and summers wait
in waiting rooms with magazines.
The magazines just get less great.

Your car was fast and you got dates,
the cleanest thing I’ve ever seen.
Although I love you, please don’t be late.

The unknown life does not equate
to the details purring in between.
The magazines just get less great.

Too much reading’s made me flat,
and all the places we have been.
Although I love you, please don’t be late.

I combed my hair into a hat.
Oh back when I was seventeen
the magazines they all were great.
Although I love you, please don’t be late.


Fountain

Steph Curry was volunteering
at the Museum of Modern Art
in San Francisco when I walked in.
His mouth guard
was in his mouth while I was looking
at Duchamp’s fountain, a urinal,
if you could call it a urinal,
set sideways. I asked if I could take pictures
of the artwork. He said,
if he was in the way, he didn’t mind.


PH-58, 1951

After Clyfford Still

Nowhere near a place you’ve been
they’re telling stories you once told.
The black of night was gray and bold.
You started on a new joke then.

Across the plain without a sound
a man held up a hand to shield
red wind that wouldn’t yield.
You lit the match that he had found.

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