Monday, May 26, 2014

100 words on Mad Men and oak trees


Last night’s Mad Men with Burt watching the moon landing under a big Jackson Pollock with his maid,


the same moon landing that my father held me up to the TV to at only a few months old, a holding I swore until I knew better that I remembered being held,


got me thinking about the big paintings,


squinting through the oak trees that limb/limn their way across my whole life, sometimes even falling through my roof like a loosened astronaut


 or Don Draper falling off that office building already, what with all the balcony shots all the time.

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