Tag: Andy Warhol

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Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends writing

anything for love
candy darling
you can keep your winning hand, she said
lou reed’s wild side
sucked in and on by warhol
then discarded like kleenex
tennessee williams and small craft warnings
all pancake white
eyeliner
red lipstick
fantasy ziegfeld
horse estrogen junky
almost dead
in the diplomat hotel
with cancer coming with your favorite flowers for a visit

Tags Andy Warhol, art. love, Candy Darling, fame, James Slattery, Lou Reed, poetry, Tennessee Williams, transsexuals, writing

poetry Uncategorized

morning coffee in the gallery

Post author By aayoung
Post date March 28, 2012
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andy warhol
marcel duchamp
and damien hirst
are sitting around the brim of my coffee mug

andy, fright wigged, is irreverent
whilst eating a bowl of oodles of noodles
debating tossing the other two into the brew just to watch them drown in his ennui

marcel is thinking he needs to piss
as he shaves a star into his hairline, dangling his feet into the warm fluid, all art to him becomes about his urethra

damien, la enfant terribles, is sizing up the other two gods, knowing he is unworthy of sharing this watering hole with them if only he owned their cadavers
his hands would slice them
into his shows between plexiglass
and finally
he would be a real artist

i drink from this cup knowing well
the world has gone mad

Tags Andy Warhol, Art, Coffee, Damien Hirst, Marcel Duchamp, Museums, Painting, poetry, Sculpture, Soup, The Andy Warhol Museum