Art and The Concept of Risk.

May 8, 2009 at 7:08 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 22 Comments
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Wanna play like the old Orchid Room days,
blow through a crazy bent homonym.
Play like a baby with a wild rattle
snake like a drunken saxamophone
play like too many actors on a stage
coach addiction to risk

(t’was not self-mutilation that severed
Van Gogh’s ear but Gaugin with a sword
then offed he did to paradise,
an island embrace scented frangipani)

Let us abandon self
righteous self for
ladieees and gennlemen Jaaa-
aames Brown! four time after
all these here fools are fools
enough for any lost and wastrelled
pirate ship.

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