ode to 'the falling rocket'

I fell in love w/

this painting from about

twenty or thirty feet

away

I'd never seen anything

as true and soulful

but in learning about

the history of it

others didn't feel the same

the major critic

of the day said the painter

was 'an imposter'

the commentator said

that art is suppossed to

carry an aesthetic or moral

messsage of which this

painting has niether

the falling rocket

was better than any poem

I'd come accross

dripping paint

grey black canvass

little ghosties in the

corner

orange red dots

in dark fog air

urban night

sky on

earth

it

was London

in point

of

fact