A VIEWING OF PEGGY GUGGENHEIM'S COLLECTION IN VENEZIA

Miro's Pittura is a seated woman upside down.

The Attirement of a Bride, a dream we will never understand.

After Giacometti’s Woman with a Cut Throat lies spread open,

his corpses drag themselves through the piazza.

While Magritte's Voice of Space spheres hang,

foretelling of a story that will never be told.

Doused in the darkness of The Empire of the Lights,

The Unnominated renominate and recall Bacci's Events.

Superficie, an untitled memorial, is glass bottles on a shelf laced with cilia;

heavenly bodies, organic form, silver bed head.

Charles and Jackson together as brothers create Alchemy Eyes in Heat Croaking.

Gottlieb's T is Motherwell's Personage, and Ernest's Sea, Sun, Earthquake.

Imagine, the Red Cow sits on the terrace of the Grand Canal,

as the Angel of the City rides off blind into the sunset.

I have seen these ruins before and licked their salt.

There is no ash left to rub my feet in.

Only the sound remains of a murmur and a slap,

and the rumble before the fall.

But come my new love, Mondrian's scaffold is a developable surface,

for a zoomorphic couple and the birth of liquid desires.

For we shall make a promontory palace in an indeterminate place.

And seal it with an eight carved in sandstone, next to a second Chinese dog, at 5:03 on July 8th.