Friday, June 10, 2011

poem of the day 06.10.11


at the picasso guitars exhibit

i think about picasso’s guitars

i think they couldn’t have
been much trouble to do

and sheet metal

a little paint
some paperboard

and old french newspapers

enough time on one’s hands

to create

this almost looks too easy
i tell my wife

as we walk the exhibit backwards

(which was not an artistic statement
on our part)

(we simply failed
to read the directions)

it is, she says

you just need to have a vision

right then and there
i have a vision of forsaking the art world
to go and get drunk on beer

which is probably why
you’ll never see my shit

hanging in the museum of modern art.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

One thing I always liked about your poems is you have these "black-eye" closing lines..
glad to be reading your words once more:-)