Dad's Rothko Print

The older I got, the more it made sense.

When I was a child
(like, real innocent no-nothing kid)
I thought it was of the moon.

Black sky, starless
encloaks a grey horizon.
There are details there,
if you look close enough.

When I lay dying
in a mental hospital
still high
and certain it was the end,
that painting covered the backs of my eyelids
and I dreamed the dream of the dead.

You see, he put the black over the grey.

Mark Rothko's 'Black on Grey'
Mark Rothko, "Black on Grey"

2020.10.27 – 2020.12.11

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