Night Arching Womb

Chuck Close
look down down down
a second simply layer
photorealism
Murphy Oil Soap
at reality masterfully 
aftermarket wheels
a precise daub of Reynolds Wrap
works on John
a vaseline claw 1992
grasps a brush impossibly
spring clamp reference 
stone triangles — first feathers 
& then — god
no art without
stone god the palette, 
the scale, the carousel
counteroffensive rather
than approaching his point
from a theoretical perspective —

Now, here, upon the Donald Trump
of night arching, arching, gray then black
with phallic observations, a widening womb
tribal almost organic as in seeing 
for the first time a psychedelic intoxicant
metadata: the hand that colossal wreck, bound them.