Blue Poles after the painting by Jackson Pollock sideshow alley in the black undercoat of night spinning on the Cha-Cha, heads flung, hurling orange skeins strobic glimpses of grey, yellow, white, laughing clowns and manic faces fireworks explode above, pouring incandescent drips then the zipper ride thrusts up and over the embroidered cage spinning, bodies thrown by centrifugal forces unpredicted, uncontrolled a web of kinetic accents engulfing all “Drunks did it” the tabloids scream a timber length dipped in blue slapped down on this scene creating staggering verticals the madness of fine tossed curls, the vitality bursting forth would overrun…