Improv 1, Week 4

Wassily Kandinsky's Boxed-Up Voice
-Adrain Matejka

Here's
a Kandinsky print, wrapped in plastic bubbles

that didn't work. If Kadinsky wasn't
a carpetbagger, he should have bee. (lines 9-12)


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I am qualified for warning: which is to say my clichés
aren’t original. In New Mexico, they put warnings down
like rabid coyotes. Or like free-wheeling vagrants
with stacks of aces up their drunken car rides. Tuesday,
all ballpoint pen usage reduced carbon monoxide
emissions to dwarf-sized complaints. Almost as small
as keyholes. If the mayor of San Juan gave Georgia O'Keeffe
a key to the city would she key the town dealership? Call her vandalism
postage stamps? The gift of the forgotten is that they force remembrance.
Here’s a fake: Ram's Head White Hollyhock and Little Hills,
found at a truck stop. Also, here’s a shot glass with three cows
in a pick-up with a pig at the wheel, both collector’s items. One secondary color,
magenta, acts like packing material around my favorite day
of the week. I wouldn’t hock my teeth for all the coyotes
in the backseat of a Buick. Once the decorum of applause breaks
all that is left is the silver lining of ink well, inking grapefruit like tattoo.