flat fucking fresh
if there's anything fresher than
a brightly lit
&
gessoed canvass
it's
probably the duck's wing before it hits the water first thing in the
morning,
a woman's nipple right after she gets out of the shower,
a grape coming down the California production line into the crate,
a new ticket from the Parisian attendant laid gingerly into your paid
hands,
a bottle of soap in the hands of a construction worker looking for a
bottle of cold suds,
a philosophy that doesn't have to prove anything but the non-existence
of proof,
a jazz tom being hit over and over and over and over and over and
over,
the first cough in a subway packed with people going to Piccadilly
Circus,
when your body begins a hard lean after leaping up off the airport
runway,
a drink of water when all you wanted was a drink of water,
that first bite into a pork chop when all you've been eating lately is
cereal,
the sound of a rock hitting the windshield as the
river
moves
another large
rock
and
the canvass
gets
filled
the
fuck up
with
paint .. |