watched

watched

peering through Pollock's Abstract No. 1
the Black guard moves
to keep me in his eye

figures peer out
warning me

i saw them
one after the other
peering like friends
companions
through their black lines of eyes

content

they were the gentle face
of those gone mad
like i've gone mad
midst the crazy squirms of life gone mad
Pollock-mad
longing for peace tween green and beige
soft'ning the madness of Man-made madness
in the midst of the madness of Man