The artist painted this in the nude
or maybe summoned it in her sleep. Perhaps, woke
to the miracle of it and pawed at the fog of her morning eyes
like Dorian Gray, then
put on pajamas and made herself coffee.
the artist is a man
and his dining room view of New Jersey natural gas silos
forsook his granola Woodstock aesthetic.
He covers the scene, but should’ve known
tonight’s dinner date is old school eastern block:
Poland or Lithuania,
who might’ve been fond of an oversized silver thermos burning at the top,
shoved into the earth
like Michael Jackson’s dirty shoes.
Don’t be obvious. Framed
by virtue of feeling like a secret,
of course a murder comes to mind if you’re American
before we have enough clues.
don’t picture a stick figure hangman strung up by the slightest dash of black:
paint brushes swung from dry branches, if the space
left by the painting
inside the painting is what’s real.
A friend of a friend has been there and back again
and has it on good knowledge…
The artist is from the Congo
and had been commissioned to render a self portrait
but it was found to be too abstract.
So she swapped it for a camera
with some dumb Belgian.