Tuesday, March 9, 2010

3.09.10

van gogh's thick strokes can't
compare to his, never will
paint/skin glistening

who needs Giverny
when he's pressed close against me
so illicitly?

to hell with Man Rays
i will devote my days to
learn his body's ways

us, an (un)still life
a smeared, moving, blurry life:
my art and his (he)art

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