pop/
art
stars
images cranked over canvas,
celebrity flashbulbs
kreig light flame
against/
walls passionate configure
morals a now sewered creek,
tangent arcs
of eyes caught lust intensity,
brood/
expression of artist
alone watching,
wishing for moist stringy
damp exchange stream,
deliver/
with his palette knife
excise flesh and society,
knead out the fleshy dough
breasts that bare themselves
to him
for signature and kiss,
ice/
rivets many to the spot
they stand,
exclusive voyeurs to insanity
and flagrant erotic exchange,
an orgy beyond the point
of isolation and intimacy,
a swirl of texture
and color,
witnesses to the end
Intriguing
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Thank you
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Love it, Chris – everyone needs to do a poem on pop to realize what a sham it is.
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Sometimes the travesty of what is supposed to be modern art should be singled out, also have a great 2013 all the best
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This is clever! I like the breaks and quite truly the lines with just one word impact the strongest tone in my head. A sensual, vivid picture you conjure here. Thanks for stopping by my blog.
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