James Jacques Joseph Tissot

She Wail, She Moan, Summer Gone

Franklin Avenue Haiku

And she rocks and rocks

sweat eats flesh, limp limbs dangling

her head rolls on neck

image: painting in Brooklyn Museum

Mutable Humans And Objects In Space

14
Don't let that horse
                        eat that violin


cried Chagall's mother
                        
                        But he
     kept right on
                          painting

And became famous
And kept on painting
                    The Horse With Violin In Mouth

And when he finally finished it
he jumped up upon the horse
                    and rode away
      waving the violin

And then with a low [bow] gave it
to the first naked nude he ran across

And there were no strings
                             attached


- Lawrence Ferlinghetti original poem has bow in it.. but take a chance and change it to blow.. i find it more satisfying. 

Fictitious Self Portrait 

The purple waxy line

flaked with every bump

he gripped the crayon

tighter, but before 

he could finish

she snatched his hand

hollering, hollering

creative destruction

lesson number ten

spanking number twenty-five

"Didn't you hear me!"

legs crossed, indian style

he smiled at his mother

"I am a robot with no ears."

John Wesley

Sam Francis

Wallace Berman

Mind Control Cont.

Ch 3 Lights and Lights

"I hate it here"

Startled again he asked her why.

"The lamp posts are painted pink. Is it just another experiment of yours?"

He quickly jotted aware of experiments.

" What do you mean by other experiments?"

"Like the experiments you are putting me through. With the needle, the drugs."

She jumped up from the bench, the plastic blue jumpsuit squeaking. She grabbed his neck and twisted it around. The subtle crack woke him up, not a single drop of sweat. He grabbed his notepad, flipped twelve pages and jotted the date down. A full year since it started, never skipping a night. He knew that when he went to work the next day the torment of sleep would control his behavior. He knew he would stick the needle in harder, he would slice her skin deeper, and he would then for the next thirty minutes experience a deep arousal.

art: isabel Jesuscomingsoon.

All The Dishes Rattle in the Cupboard When The Elephants Arrive.

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