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elevates the oil
to the top of paintings
the creme de la melting creamsicle,
I'd stare like like a horny deer
in the headlights of Medusa
another helpless fan
of great art...or was it just another pretty face
it wasn't the technique
it wasn't the color palette
twisted shades of green and blue
No...it was Her
forehead slides into nose
lips descend into chin
teamwork,
well oiled cogs of bone and flesh
partners in a perfect alibi
and all I had to do was look
over there...I'm not a creep officer Numbnuts
don't get no ideas preacher Phonyface
I am an art lover !
I keep my distance
behind the invisible ropes of temptation
my brain pulls them tight enough
for one of the Flying Fucking Wallendas
to walk from imagination to realization
My eyes are gently weaponized.....
that silhouette demands attention,
patrons of exquisite charm... ante up,
I won't apologize....feel guilty
cheap thrills are legit
they keep the days interesting
art needs an audience
I need a muse,
we have this tacit arrangement
creme de la melting creamsicle
creme de la melting creamsicle
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
Re: creme de la melting creamsicle
Great question. Was it the art, or its subject?
Re: creme de la melting creamsicle
thanx mnaz...so many questions
some answers....some mysteries
inquiring minds wanna know
but the universal mother doesn't
give a fuck what we want...haha
the joke's on us...may we be humbled
by our tiny existence.....make art
not war
some answers....some mysteries
inquiring minds wanna know
but the universal mother doesn't
give a fuck what we want...haha
the joke's on us...may we be humbled
by our tiny existence.....make art
not war
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
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