called him meanly,
jack
the dripper,
referring to his style
of painting.
laying
the canvas or board
flat
onto the floor
of his garage
and taking
house paint, spilling
it all over.
dripping it with brushes
or sticks.
he drank
a lot, they say. he smoked
terribly,
cheated on his wife,
argued and fought
religiously.
it was strange art
that now cost millions
to buy.
one critic said one painting
resembled
a pan of baked
lasagna.
i stare at my shelves
of cans
in the cellar,
reds, greens, yellows
and whites.
i'm very bored,
perhaps it's time.
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