We ate Frank Fleming's Tongue Cake
Smoking cigarettes in stone gardens where we're not supposed to
Looking Down Yosemite Valley and yeah we were in that valley
"They moved the piano." I tell you. I don't know where it's gone.
"I guess it was contemporary art."
I say, "You're contemporary art..." "Don't worry death is at the laundromat, not here." and I pull out my best Mona Lisa smile.
It's silent here, the color white seems out of place
Kerry James Marshall is speaking history to us
Renaissance is falling on deaf ears
I tell you I want a Native American cradle if I'm ever a mother
And the kids will have fishbones and legends
instead of Pop Art Princess, barbie
Sally Mann, she left me heartbroken
with silver prints/photocopies of childhood like ghosts
Botero's *Reclining **** looks comfy
And there's a Dali missing.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
We ate Frank Fleming's Tongue Cake
Smoking cigarettes in stone gardens where we're not supposed to
Looking Down Yosemite Valley and yeah we were in that valley
"They moved the piano." I tell you. I don't know where it's gone.
"I guess it was contemporary art."
I say, "You're contemporary art..." "Don't worry death is at the laundromat, not here." and I pull out my best Mona Lisa smile.
It's silent here, the color white seems out of place
Kerry James Marshall is speaking history to us
Renaissance is falling on deaf ears
I tell you I want a Native American cradle if I'm ever a mother
And the kids will have fishbones and legends
instead of Pop Art Princess, barbie
Sally Mann, she left me heartbroken
with silver prints/photocopies of childhood like ghosts
Botero's *Reclining **** looks comfy
And there's a Dali missing.
