Evening Drawing

Art should work like lotteries—
Unbiased exploitation
Of the desperate desire

To find some unbiased way
Where it’s possible to win,
At least possible to win.

At the end of every poem,
Every composition, in
The corner of all paintings,

There should be a pause, a blank,
A tiny hesitation
That lets you know the artist

Is about to be chosen
At random. Then someone’s name
Is called and the gap is filled.

Hold your breath. We’re almost done.
You could be the winning one.
No? Not yet? Yes? Again, nope.