spearing truths then disappearing
into alley ways at night
his mind a cool constrictor
squeezed around the trees of time
cloaked in laser focused guises
dream inspired energy
grosz poked around his unconscious
drew from the pit of his own fears
the zeitgeist
pushing the edge of social decay
his predilection for picking apart the worst
a remarkable thing
positively positing
the discontent and restlessness
of germans in those days
grosz with a particular grace
and prescience
foretold
Download the song, "Like Paul Gauguin" - paul gauguin in ze 21st century- he came back - stuck his head in a long island diner - the door shut real fast and his head was crushed - it fell off his body completely - he looked up and said something in French i couldn't understand i found oot later all he said was "what am i doing on long island?"
'Rash #74' READER COMMENTS
Interesting but I'd like to see more comments. -Megan Pardee, 2007-02-23 18:48:44
Neruda, Bangs, Dickinson and Geisel
#75: tight pink satin pants
