Scream Star

View Painting while listening to this song:
"Storm" by Bjork.

Fortune Cookie Rant ... In Bed.

Everybody in their carpeted fortress.

Caravaggio never knew Warhol
they should have been roommates.

You eye me from the coat room but know this
in that lighting, your eyes are transparent
you're the turpentine satyr I've read about.

Forthcoming glee
a turtle beached
for feelings of snow
he sold his shell.

It began with a crucifix and a carborator
metropolis to the mountain
four-star bag of dreams
subsequently here we are
with audio tapes and fishing rods.

You look at blue
when you want to see cerulean
when you should be seeing crimson
but you can't get past lime.

Uniformed innocence
to missing khakis and Cosby sweaters
nothing much changed in the next two eras
there's a stifle in the hotel
Orlando never saw Rome.

Cut back on the reserves, I said
munition dumps only happen every so often
haze has replaced the marquee lights
better turn to Oprah's god of the month.

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Billy plays with the dog
then goes to charge his battery.

I'll sleep when the coffee runs out.