Painting

"I love you, Lovey"
is in an upright cursive
on a catastrophe
________________on a wall
________________in a room of a friend
over stacks and stacks and stacks of unread books,
Beckett and Brecht.

And I thought the burnt orange,
corporate blue, and projectile-puked
white dried an
"I love you, Asshole.
(In spite of my gripes with your grips and spins--
'lust-induced,' you say--while I wave it off
in strokes of gold (zen and rage made))"
behind canvas sunsets inside.