high art

Subsisting on smoke shrouds afloat in
black and white films
Adorning pasty white breasts and glaring nipples

Breathing in cubist paintings and
holding that breath
Adjoining claws to lacquered

Wax masterpieces broken feces shredded
beating/ beehive full of
Nasty psychopathic mirage-stakes

Couldn't be higher;
tension-rising from right to left,
A train plows through the never was

Preordained slingshot sounds
off clockwork tongues and
Chutes an apple off her head

Exhaling smoke shrouds gloom tossed
inabucketofliversagreenedcoppercoin
That's fucking hilarious/

"Walls of sound"
,I'm hungry,
said the meal on the plate spinning
Lights spinning, over exposure
,my whole life,

Puppets hanging down, woodwinds pointing up
Legs dangling, string ran around
Flat and wind pressed smoke shrouds,
laughing laughing