Basquiatians

Photo by Paweł Czerwiński on Unsplash

Basquiatians
land on earth
for a spell
and ask:

why so plain?
why do mountains
smoke cigarettes
for the planes
when it rains?

why so mad?
why do waters
climb up onto land
crash the homes
then recede unclad?

why so strange?
why does motion
get pulled towards
settling in the
same range?

what can we drop
out of range?

bebop raindrops?
bohemian sundrops?
root crop gumdrops
(including crow-drops)?

however clever
the paint
drops

to fall on all’s
unthinking eyes
in spectra
vacuumed up
in the rhinal
spinning the jazzes
on vinyl
splashing the cliffs
in a dream’s final
with gray plectra