andy comes in campbell cans
tomato soup black, white, and red
squeezed out pop until it bled
art is all in andy's head

andy do you dare to dream
pinks and yellows, blues and greens
the day you popped onto the scene
do you know just what i mean

marilyn's golden in her day
elvis skates in figure eight's
64 the riot race
moon museum from outer space

andy smokes the cigarettes
andy crosses his long legs
yellow hair on top his head
is your 15 minutes up my friend

andy's made it all so clear
andy drew so we could hear
it has been too many years
andy can you paint my tears

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The tapestry in the window
Has fallen on one side
But she continues waving
To the passersby
Gifting them gold from her left hand
And showing her stance
Perched upon a lotus
She's a still-life dance
Algae consuming her kneecaps
As she remains in a trance
Her eyes deeper
Than what could be portrayed
With the dye
As we are all deeper
Than what is portrayed on the
Outside

I have slept in my bed 800 times
799 times I have slept in between sheets alone, without you
And yet that 735th night
Is what haunts me on night 801
Without you.
I need to get a new bed
And new sheets
And new skin
That you have not touched me in.