you would never say about a Kandinsky: where's
the Mondrian?
                 luckily we have enough information
     about Goldberg's sardines,
without asking another poet (other than O'Hara)
to sniff out Billingsgate -     and so too:
if Burroughs said: all writing limps behind painting
       by 50 years -           enough said,
     hence came speedy Gonzales
with his shotgun and his canned paint...
  and i know just as much as sardines in
see-through tins -
                          well: it was worth a joke,
someone was bound to **** into a champagne
bottle at some point, and celebrate:
     in abstract - or to the point:
in concreto - ecce artifex!
                            at least enough
humility would be worth the same dosage -
   specialisations are such:
demanding concepts as aboriginal
in anthropology -
    likewise anthropological:
schizophrenics in urbanity -  after all...
a concrete jungle - like any half-wit
and ****-naked in the Amazon...
                    applause for
comrade Gagarin and Laika -
                   and if Darwin wrote in
cyrilica - then it too would have been
Mohawk and Brain - salutations and applause -
    and if ever in doubt:
call it versailles - to denote all forms of
                     luxury -
     i know: versailles better hides luxury
than the hermitage -
                     or as King Duck could say
being a burden on the Vavel Mount -
                                 even the Vavellian
dragon died from laughter, even though
he was given a sheep stuffed with sulphur -
and drank the Vistulla dry...
but only when King Quack was laid to rest:
and the volk - the naród said:
         Katyń 1 - Smoleńsk 3...
                                    and there was even
a composition by wojciech kilar.
    so then... 50 years lagging?
    disorientating? muddled, spaghetti loops?
   well, as the introduction already mentions,
painters can't write - suddenly everything
has to have geometry!
      any geometrical instrument
      in an art's class is seen like a Sunni in Iran -
or a Buddhist, at a Bar Mitzvah:
                                          boom-town slap-head -
choppy waters, brightly illuminated
                                                     by the polished
cranium sheen.
   so why except a Mondrain from a Kandinsky                          
                             ­  ?!
                                     what a brain-drain!