Nakedness
yet another modest means to the end of flowers and dark chocolates dipped in
blood and motor oil
Stood
there in her jeans knowing her perfect silhouette would draw onlookers and
sketch out the beginnings of another imperfect storm
I
bet watching her in front of the canvas is like watching her open a can of
sardines except the fishy smell has been traded in for the rotting white noise
of embittered tyranny and the pampered longing of another gilded lily newborn,
swaddled in death’s grip of time blazing
The
actual real artists are so very different than the dime a dozen Clydesdales
that sell piss like beer and never accept the status quo for what it truly is,
lost and forever stoned on heaps of lazy opioids
If
you think her paintbrush is just another facsimile for a cock well then you’re
clearly missing all of her most enlivened points of anti-matter because she has
been beyond gender fluidity long before a Breakfast
of Champions became an article of ridicule and Kilgore Trout was so much
more than an anti-hero passing himself off as a hacking reminder of America the
rustic and resigned
We
can play word games until the salad is brown and weeping or we can pick up our
crunchy croutons and go home, either way no one truly wins when the shirts have
been scalped and the skins cannot remember where they parked their trophy wives
I
desire to sit with Julia in a doughnut shop where the doughnuts still sweat
red, white and blue equity and the coffee is sarcastic, but there are no notes
of bitterness when swallowed and then later spit out simply because making a
mess has always been the American way
I
wish to taste all of her frozen bits and I’m not talking about Salinger’s
frozen peas or The Catcher in the Rye
who always intended to kill somebody when the coast was clear and the big
police had had their fill of speed traps and A Raisin in the Sun hegemony
Biting
off more than you can chew is always the way to go when the map’s coordinates
only lead you down another blind passageway and the GPS is no longer speaking
to you on account of you always spilling the beans at the most inopportune and
enlightened of radicalized eras
Charles Cicirella
8/4/18
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