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Jackson Pollack doesn’t fool me
I am onto him and his ilk
with their ordered messes
brassy bold splotches of bright
as if such a rendition was something
worthy of our notice.
And those captains of trust and power
vested in robes and suits who
with thundering voices tell us what is real
whilst they plunder and pillage.
Like rats in cages we endure the
random shocks dispensed by our captors
who want us scared and sedated
tractable lab animals trained to respond to cues.
Senses rubbed raw, our beleaguered brains
pulse with rage at the lies
until finally,
we implode into smithereens.
Dennis Noonan
1 comment:
Upbeat to the end ...
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