Jackson Pollock was a destructive prick
Ejaculating from the depths of Hades.
Let’s not confuse artistic expression
Divine inspiration
With vanity.
I wonder if there would be enough blood
In the bodies of two women
To splatter across a large canvas,
And would the drops be distinguished
From one another?
God most certainly is not dead.
We tried to kill him, but we failed.
And yet, I ask myself
If I were to choose between a world
Filled with seven billion Jackson Pollocks
And a world filled with seven billion mask-wearing followers,
Which one would I choose?
Come on now, let’s take it easy.
We can find a middle ground.
But it sure ain’t the one
Between Hades and the Heavens.