[andy warhol ate my campbell soup]

[wylde]

.

despaired roaches shuffle
soiling aspirations refuted legacies.
hissing feet powdering unchalked traces -
spoored spores of imprinted ugly







shhhhh... i'll leave no trace
nor pretend to occupy space
washer of waves xpands and contracts
nothing but the wash of unwashed nothingness
no needles or needs of pin pointed exact
nor blurred lines feigning impotent prowess.
just a vacuum. defining not being in tact

.

[tinkerjack]

andy warhol fed me
banana-flavored pellets
in his Skinner Box™
and put me to work writing

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thanks for the poem , I am just a white boy in search of incentives to write

[stilltrucking]

BTW
a bloody brilliant poem!

thank you
would you like a banana-flavored pellet?

[mnaz]

I'm thinking maybe..

Andy saw a wall of soup cans,
red and round, as the promise
of more of everything, the latest
attempt to take bodies and minds,
like Attila or Genghis, or Rome,
the Soviets, the Bible in theory.

Andy bought a Zuni war god, '72,
back when you could buy things,
The Zunis were not amused, and
everything was out of balance
for awhile..

[judih]

and then....

[mnaz]

Everything and nothing.
Canned world for a price.
Not a trace, all these tracks.
Legacies of legacies let go.
In the end the beginning..

[wylde]

andy warhol fed me
banana-flavored pellets
in his Skinner Box™
and put me to work writing
selfie.jpg

thanks for the poem , I am just a white boy in search of incentives to write

the gift is giving
ate elvises
just im-peachy
banana splitz

[wylde]

BTW
a bloody brilliant poem!

thank you
would you like a banana-flavored pellet?

my fave!!!

thank you

[wylde]

I'm thinking maybe..

Andy saw a wall of soup cans,
red and round, as the promise
of more of everything, the latest
attempt to take bodies and minds,
like Attila or Genghis, or Rome,
the Soviets, the Bible in theory.

Andy bought a Zuni war god, '72,
back when you could buy things,
The Zunis were not amused, and
everything was out of balance
for awhile..

imbalanced balance of a non-amused muse
the mirrorball
a gory
fifty galore furore

the snake dance mesmerised
charming
chiselled eyed
surprised

nebuchadnezzar's hanging fruits
in babylon beyond
suits

[wylde]

and then....

the fullness of empty?

[wylde]

Everything and nothing.
Canned world for a price.
Not a trace, all these tracks.
Legacies of legacies let go.
In the end the beginning..

..ended. the vinyl simply static (e)motion
white noise
the colour of mellow yellow.

the end

[mnaz]

the end repeating itself
over and over never over
just beginning..

[wylde]

.

time a (distant) delusion illusion of relativity
mu is immensity

feeling is an oblique clock-register
of a consciousness soaked sponged
then wrenched

feeling-less absently present

.

[wylde]