Posted by Atticus on October 8, 2004, at 16:28:00
A Fractured Guitar Floats Origami Notes
A melted pocket watch,
Draped
On my fire
Escape,
Ripples like laundry
In the autumn
Breeze.
A bald guy in Chelsea
Screams
About his
Dreams,
Muttering that he’s
Feeling ill at
Ease.
Hazy water lilies
Glow
In a gutter’s
Flow,
Tinted misty wisps
That no one clearly
Sees.
A dancing dripping
Squiggle,
A bebop
Wiggle,
Moves to a Blue Note
John Coltrane
Piece.
A fighter jet goes
Blam!
Near a Brooklyn
Man,
Rains giant dots of
Color as he shouts,
“Jeez!”
A fractured guitar
Floats
Origami
Notes
That sound like chords
Bent like folded
Knees.
And a guard scratches his
Head,
Wishing he were
Dead,
For leaving that door open
Because the art always
Flees.
And he recalls the
Picasso
That headed for
El Paso
And was found lounging
Under sun-dappled
Trees.
MOMA’s sterile walls of
White
Are a dull frightful
Sight
To rich thick pigments,
And so the chance was
Seized.
Now the art so very
Pretty
Devours vistas in the
City,
And all the escaped paintings
Are pretty g*ddamned
Pleased.
-- Atticus
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