Poetry
After A Self-Portrait by Francis Picabia
A french fry sticks its tongue out at you
Blue, swollen, unfathomable
As hot air stirs local economy
The carbuncle mayor invites your double to join his delicious nightmare
Blue, swollen, unfathomable
Stuck on scraps of an umbrella
The carbuncle mayor invites your double to join his delicious nightmare
This is not the landscape painting I ordered from The Optimist Factory
Stuck on scraps of an umbrella
A phantasmagorical ode to human suffering
This is not the landscape painting I ordered from The Optimist Factory
A phalanx of lackeys entering backwards
A phantasmagorical ode to human suffering
Written by a mechanical pencil known as “The crimson moon kimono”
A phalanx of lackeys entering backwards
I started drawing children clapped in moldy fireplaces
Written by a mechanical pencil known as “The crimson moon kimono”
I drive a car as big as a wolf’s ravenous eyes
I started drawing children clapped in moldy fireplaces
Excellent mental symptoms occur at the boundaries
I drive a car as big as a wolf’s ravenous eyes
A french fry sticks its tongue out at you.
Excellent mental symptoms occur at the boundaries
As hot air stirs local economy
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