I was buying three paintings a day
I was sponsoring chalk drawings
Walking alongside poems on junkyard walls of
Old school corrugated steel “Do you know
The album Zen Arcade, by Husker Du?”
“Out of Step, by Minor
Threat?”
I went to thrift stores to city fields church sales
Just to find paintings I ate blue collar pizza
As the crows argued about me wanted to know
My business but I didn’t have any
Just the playing cards
Of light of deity of logic of endless
Of dark of sun bursts of binary stars of crows
In the carless trees
Be certain
To appertain
The havoc and the intention
The intervention of fiction
As Steve Zissou said,
“Nobody knows what’s going to happen. And then we film it. That’s the whole concept.”
