The Artist

The Artist

Sitting at the counter with the crew

Drawing in a pad – and he was gifted -

Drinking coffee, smoking cigarettes.

Of the lot, he seemed the most in tact.

People passed and looked and praised his pictures.

Modestly he sloughed. And someone always

Asked him whether he had had a showing.

He had a standard answer. He had not

Fully finished a portfolio.

He seldom spoke, and always very low,

Guttural and quiet and assured.

He was older than the rest of them,

And it's been over twenty years since then.

Now where is he? And where are his pictures?

Does nature throw her geniuses away,

Like children of The Lord's Resistance Army?

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A Plan

Something that the Christian Yankee likes

Less than homosexuality

Is poetry, and what the world once called

Music. When the lot of them are dead -

Yankees, Christians, music, verse and gays -

Killed by bastards with an M-16

From almost every country on the sphere -

God may start the universe again,

According to a different design.

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The New Culture

Tattoos, Facebook, Amazon and rap -

Have supplanted – ARE the culture now.

Verse and music rouse the savage breast

In a land that has no gun control.

And why has it no gun control? Because

Republicans and Christians have their reasons.

My sister who is rigid for her god

While supporting Proposition 8

Is looking for a song that doesn't have

“Sh-t” and “m-f” in the lyric.

I am simply looking for a song.

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