My Paintings Are Organic
My Paintings are loose
dripping like punctured abcess
colours even fall
My Paintings are loose
dripping like punctured abcess
colours even fall
The Human Mind can
and does believe anything:
Believe what you want
I never did like
the way he wangled his dick
along the stair case
Eye Claim
Responsibility
for 9/11
and Quite a Responsibility
It Is:
I have not sung a song
in honour of
Destruction-ism
(My New Art Form)
I have hung
M(eye) First Husband’s Love Letter
upon M(eye) Refrigerator
Sky of Cloud only
first blush turns Florescent Pink
unexpectantly
My sculpture melted —
Dance Demonstration Request:
He told Me “Curtsy”
If I had a man
I could have a Barbeque
If I had a man
I could have an extra shelf
in my linen closet
I could have the baseboard
replaced
in my Ex’s old library
and if I had a man
I would have a pickup truck
On the night
Eye painted M(eye) Bomb
the wind picked up
and Eye made for the deck
where M(eye) salvaged pieces lay
laminated together
on a glass table top —
just as Eye approached
M(eye) kitchen door
a gust had the nerve
to lift M(eye) work
and sent it flying
down to Destruction
Eye tried to paint
a mushroom cloud
and out it came
just like a shroud
looks to me
could be a tree —
or standing back
brain imagery
Possibility
of The Devil proffered but
fiercely rejected
