Puny companion . . . chisel me,
choose, your concrete childhood,
Don't sour, until we've shared ancient thought.
try to be a girl.
Man, you do serve some fast rump . . . mellifluous . . .
hence never attach a watery silhouette of sound.
Marvelous blossom, forget him!
You howl! Soft, faithful drudgery is no threat to a young poet.
Try scandal, absurd color.
Model, investigate Peace!
An overbearing surreal fragment of original woman.
Sponge-faced Madman, compose questions!
Imagine sodden, trotting cuddles . . .
Scum! Try some positive desire!
The tedious weasel's secret measure.
Think and discover some degenerate form,
Out from your most respected parasite,
Stroke my mechanical nature.
Understand diversity and observe a way to follow your monstrous street.
It knows grandeur.
with Niki Rubin, 2/16/11, composed during a live performance at FunkBox, in NYC,
Note: This painting incorporates only part of this poem painted in white. The words in dark red are a separate work. Why combine? Ah . . . she loves having her utterances in print,and watching me work them this way and that, listening for other meanings. She enjoys celebrity, and utilizes every opportunity to let loose with a roll of curses, followed by doses of healthy advice.
