mustard yellow

it's yellow.

more of a mustard color actually
as the can

lid
opens in the fall
and a gallon

of freshly mixed paint
spills onto

the black street.
I think of Pollock

and his brush, slinging
it side to side
as he straddled

the canvas,
half in and out of his mind
with

love
and drink.
the darker side of art.

but this is not so glamorous,
there
is no gallery
for this picture,

this unfortunate
sight.