2204: Rothko Laid

For F

Rothko laid horizon-ish
loops of blue – sewing a
colour field across erect

acres of bared surfaces –
works across canvases –
masterly lateral-ness by

re-strokings – I will soon
attempt to match by my
lick of fakery – raw dabs

& mis-alignments too – I
fell for his dashing-ness
by hue-weighty sables –

saxe – alts of a cerulean –
& cobalt – As a king – not
knightly – I fell to itch on

thighs & sex – a view of a
landscape & you – If I was
able I’d stripe across you

& crawl – a line of Rothko
blues to instruct truth – A
stitch of lips to sew us up

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