Art
Art
He painted pictures of sun bleached Adirondack chairs.
Nice, simple, harmless—peaceful scenes.
I hear the White House even bought a few.
We have some in our office. No one can object
to art of empty chairs on beaches and porches.
Personally, I'd like to see one of those
Adirondack chairs in the painting filled with
a sleeping, tattooed biker woman, a half-drunk bottle of Jack Daniels
squeezed between her thighs and a Monarch butterfly
resting gently on the tip of her nose. Now there's a picture.
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.