amphibi.us

The sun streams accent the pseudo-poop smears
and my eyes get restless

navigate perfect hardwood floors to the eyes of suited black men
their tongues wrestling a Nigerian accent
one complains his check bounced

each painting perched as deity
but i cannot unthink fingerpainting

the men discuss current remedies for finance
enjoying the sound of voices in the vacuum
they are paid to patrol

i fish into my pocket’s depth
grasp the only sheet of paper
and rescue it from a dusty purgatory

“Gesture swipes…erasures…awkward drawing…crude cartoon”
all the adjectives and nouns placed upon him like a crown

i can only picture a mad man
restless and impotent
swiping drawings in hopes to erasure a flaccid dick

but the pseudo-writer in me
hopes that the words used in description
are not for real but faux-real

I hope the artistic language is like gypsies speaking a cant in front of
tourists
and that performance is the creation
and the con is the selling

and those Nigerian men and this “artist” who illustrates the “unfinished
dialogue between binary oppositions”

are all just talking about cashing checks.

© Grant Schubert, 2012