Commission Matisse Her bulbous crooked nose hooking to the left Like mother’s from Tanzania or Algiers she not quite like a summer’s day Basking like lust in a Shakespeare play, you whoreson. I longed for her nose above her Afghanistan lips like Chocolate mousse The whole thing was getting international her ruby Ring finger…
Tim Ruane
Girl in a Blue Cafe
Patient Man Waiting for a Submarine Sandwich in a Sub Shop
Death Then Art
Death Then Art The tubers and the silly roots Beckett in a casket Three mad women stomp in boots The guillotine and basket Mother and her gold ascension Crazy lady next to me At the gallery they now mention Matisse who I would be
Woman in the Auditorium of the National Gallery of Art Before a Modern Japanese Film on Sunday
Portrait of a Portrait of Abraham Walkowitz by Max Weber
Umbrella Man and Traffic Lights on Sunday Morning
Portrait of a Self-Portrait by Alfred Maurer
You Do Elephant ??
You Do Elephant ?? Who do love inch ?? Say Confuse ?? Whereby Whereby Dink Donk another girl get Out your bicycles mad ass her ass In sandals I Suck tea examining her coffee, Around, the blank Who say what ?? Who say ?? Another confused critic I, I I, I I. the no-choice…
Spike Lee Upside Down Hm.
Woman in an Art Gallery
Uh Oh Sulfur
Uh Oh Sulfur I couldn’t tell whether the sulfur smell was coming from the air conditioning of my car, or from her perfume. Then I thought maybe the smell wasn’t her perfume or the car. I thought maybe it was her sweat mixed sadistically like a witch’s brew with some God-awful women’s deodorant in her…
Aberrant Clutch Moon
Aberrant Clutch Moon All botched up in the moonlight at 12 Sullen the rooftops And yellow air I Might love her like Aristotle, but That won’t get me published by Garrison Keillor 0r Rush Limbaugh Bourgeois who Listens to them, like cherry trees. I have A date and I swear we shall commence upside…
Max Weber Woman Sitting on a Bed
the usual magic marker on back of job description
Andre Durainian Interpretation of a Bottle of That Liquid Miracle Hydrogen Peroxide Buy for 67 Cents at Harris Teeter. No Lie.
Dialogue for Video No. 2, Which I Haven’t Made Yet, Probably an Irreverent, Biased-Like-the-Washington-Post and Immature Take on a Sunday in the Life of Relevant Customers With Their Relevant 3 Year Olds in the Local Relevant Coffee Shop
Dear Myra Francophile — Your writing, an effective (or is it “affective”?) novel incarnation—veritable prose Haiku—is extra, extra extraordinary. I like your repetitive and apparently habitual and unconscionable use of the words “epidermis” and “epidermal” during your descriptions of human, mammalian, unconscionable, beast-with-two-backs sexual intercourse. Your words are more libidoesque, societally offensive and tasteless than…