Plain American Language

I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger
and placed it inside/my philosophy...

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Hommage a Picasso (after a series of paintings by the same name)

You six eyed mustachio,
darkened & lightened
wrapped and in public
gliding like strings (red)
aiming like a hawk (red)
over a black & blue

pieces of bulls everywhere
threatening the pink
of your women or the shattered
green of your women

a simple box with a floating canvas
is what you are:
sixteen sides
ready for color
slanting into the next frame.

2 comments:

Mabel said...
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Mabel said...

Hi (Mabel here)

wahhh you really got me thinking of the paintings, I wish I could've been to the museum too :/

tmr I shall read the poem again and give a better opinion of it, now ...my brain cells are doing the OLE!!! again.