Stoic, you are

Elements of myself I cannot touch

And I can laugh and hold my own

But I will never understand

Until I can reach down

Deep within the

Fucking Jackson Pollock mess

That scribes my genetic code

And pull out,

With deliberate clarity,

My logic and

My inherited empirical skill.

Born of a Renaissance man

Into a den of literate wolves

My inheritance is

Fabulous chaos.