Somewhere in the garage of my mind,
I imagine a reckoning at death,
of the good and reckless choices
we have made, maybe Jackson Pollock
was in Heaven's green room thinking
he shouldn't have done so much drinking,
but then God is no random regent
of forgiveness and of fear.
Like Pollock,
he usually has an idea
of how he wants the image to appear.
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