Sonnet - "this skeletal jockey" (Basquait)

Spill enough acrylic, no one will see

the raw linen, no one will say, his bones

protrude, a pitiful apology

for his loss, no one will say this atones

for cost projections

cast a cold eye, horse-

man

, no one will say a paint stick postpones

his pointillist apocalypse, restores

our faith in rehab, no one will say,

shit,

this is good shit

. Neither artists or whores'

men, no one will, say, willingly submit

to his hypodermic drill-bit of pay-

dirt, saying what no one will say for a hit

too fatal for this skeletal jockey,

mainline, pure, uncut. No, no, one will say.