She kept bringing
abstracts out from
a huge cardboard box
as the next artwork
revealed itself
the box produced another
more bizarre than the last.
Drawn on pizza boxes
maccaroni,glued and painted
kleenex box canvases
and a few done in ketchup.
She kept pulling them out
and she was loaded.
I drank my beer
and I sort of saw
I kinda felt where
they came from.
The Greek laughed
and cursed
I've thrown them away many times
but she keeps digging them out of the trash
I'll throw them away again
into the trash
with her wine bottles
and stripper clothes
he sat down
hit his joint.
Why don't you
let her keep these
I asked the Greek.
Because it's garbage
she too is garbage
her,and her art
both garbage.
She mumbled
something not hearable
while clutching her
baby doll.
I walked to the can
and threw away
my empty bottle.
I wanted to give
this to you and
I handed Frankie
the drawing I had made him.
He seemed pleased
and handed me another beer.
The Greek thought it
was **** I could tell.
He told me my garbage
wasn't any better than
her garbage artwork.
The energy's gotta
go somewhere
might as well be on these
canvases and pizza
boxes I said.
We sat there
for a few more hours
as Frankie finished
my Ruin symbols on
his large,silver grinder.
The Greek and the girl
finally left the
room and i was
relieved and the
room slowly
lost it's superfluous
tension.
I sat there in
Vegas staring
at the box of
GARBAGE
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 10:03 PM UTC
She kept bringing
abstracts out from
a huge cardboard box
as the next artwork
revealed itself
the box produced another
more bizarre than the last.
Drawn on pizza boxes
maccaroni,glued and painted
kleenex box canvases
and a few done in ketchup.
She kept pulling them out
and she was loaded.
I drank my beer
and I sort of saw
I kinda felt where
they came from.
The Greek laughed
and cursed
I've thrown them away many times
but she keeps digging them out of the trash
I'll throw them away again
into the trash
with her wine bottles
and stripper clothes
he sat down
hit his joint.
Why don't you
let her keep these
I asked the Greek.
Because it's garbage
she too is garbage
her,and her art
both garbage.
She mumbled
something not hearable
while clutching her
baby doll.
I walked to the can
and threw away
my empty bottle.
I wanted to give
this to you and
I handed Frankie
the drawing I had made him.
He seemed pleased
and handed me another beer.
The Greek thought it
was **** I could tell.
He told me my garbage
wasn't any better than
her garbage artwork.
The energy's gotta
go somewhere
might as well be on these
canvases and pizza
boxes I said.
We sat there
for a few more hours
as Frankie finished
my Ruin symbols on
his large,silver grinder.
The Greek and the girl
finally left the
room and i was
relieved and the
room slowly
lost it's superfluous
tension.
I sat there in
Vegas staring
at the box of
GARBAGE
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