“Bust of Young Man” by Pablo Picasso (1895)
Crammed
are participants like sardines in their tin cans, only rusting internal for impressions
Including their sake
Dress
over the expectations of the underwhelmed regardless
There’s
a stack of tables and chairs at the back of the premises
Disease
free
Where ugly
surfaces await baggage
Un-Vuitton
Instructions
barking unpack the red baskets of junk
In groups
of four fetch
Or forge
Your
reputation
Filled
to the brim with desirable bullshit
Busted
by plastic handles too foul and unfair the task of shitting via the bull’s tail
And the
residue of fur of course
How
fucking foal
Laminate
laughter with refrigerator standard
Stranded
on attention seeking island, the lonesome man with his jacket too hot for a hot
room
Too
casual the clothes underneath to strip
So bear
the heat
You must
Preserve
your reputation with the starvation of freedom skin
Pitched
with the tents from sticks of chicken hairs
Summon
the release only defeat will grant
A
dictatorship scrolled on bark
The prudent conditions
of becoming victim produced by those long hours of transportation
Subjects
of lousy posture
Skimming
through narrow laneways and reeking streets
Reeking
of waste
Natural
and otherwise
The
weeds that sprout from fluid waste are
proud
Firm
Firm
Their
grip on the group
Pondering
luck and fate the forces of which to trigger a fluff
