dissolute art

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

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Federal Period Style

big old clock,

bore the brunt of time

sat with pendulum sway

in studio corner,

once walnut

chipped, paint fleck, sheen

sometimes linseed rag thrown

at it in temper,

in sight the artist aware

more so now,

stagnation passed,

creations shadow appeared

she was new

very awkward,

found her on the street

in a heap,

short skirt needle holes

behind knees,

worn t-shirt and drunk,

but her face held him

unconventional yet striking,

willing appeared at studio,

clothed or naked

they shared,

she embraced the chill

screens and props,

he absorbed her body,

character, soul, shape and form,

stood still load the palette,

canvas warmed under her gaze

her scent of alcohol diminished

drinking less talking more,

her heart was full

and he unloaded it,

stripping away with a wash of color

her pain and all that she once wanted

forgotten,

skimmed over he saw her now

not as one fallen far

but as a muse,

a rare beauty,

whose looks and words

made realization

that this was not the end

as he fell in love