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Grisham John
my artist friend
is a sensitive chap
so a year after my wife dies
he gets me a date
2
Turns out at the restaurant
the woman walks up to me
like she were a floating jelly -
her left eye flying, her right eye sinking
her arms wild like horses
and her nose tripled;
each finger like a bullet
and she looks in all directions all at once
3
I call Grisham John on his cellphone
and I roar:
You paired me up with a hideous woman!
Relax! he intones
*You either hate 'em or love 'em -
that's how it is with a Picasso*
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 9:09 AM UTC
1
Grisham John
my artist friend
is a sensitive chap
so a year after my wife dies
he gets me a date
2
Turns out at the restaurant
the woman walks up to me
like she were a floating jelly -
her left eye flying, her right eye sinking
her arms wild like horses
and her nose tripled;
each finger like a bullet
and she looks in all directions all at once
3
I call Grisham John on his cellphone
and I roar:
You paired me up with a hideous woman!
Relax! he intones
*You either hate 'em or love 'em -
that's how it is with a Picasso*
This poem is dedicated to ME, one of the fellow poets here at HP...now it's time for me to zzzzzzz....
This is the final poem in my current series of poems on art...
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