Jasper Johns In The 80's
Halting off the drawn on woodbine walls all lake-ing grain,
Outside, it's an urban dirt grit wet snow cruel East Coast Trading Places winter,
After my friend Bill Shouse had passed, I realized Johns is his old age doppelgänger,
And I rushed to tell Christine.
But just don't ever wear stripes or you'll morray,
Don't never wear stripes on the television or you'll just signal all hard,
And the only word Grey Alphabets spells is NO.
The only word spells no signal.
Stolen stop sign on wall in teenager's basement room, like celibate mirror.
Desires all turnstiles turbulent wind, shadows in the guard receding.
And the greeting card sector will all eventually make all our avantgardism obsolete,
And you and me will never be with you sitting behind me in the same class again,
Where I got kicked out a few times by the teacher while I was just simply trying to impress you,
And I only kissed you one time once here in this reality,
And the only word Gray Alphabets spells is no.
But I saw the antiquarium parchment was slathered in a real fine jelly encrusted hardening fat,
Projects towards and validates velum's all boomering moldering guilds,
And don't go word smith grinding all on your own rented litho stone, so unsupervised, Dear.
But at least promise me you will think of Jasper Johns in the 80's.
The knife, the sky, the bird house, the bread,
The vacuum stand, the torrent, the vase, the poison, the evergreen phármakon,
The candlestick holder, the shoulder holder, the mirror, the bottle and eggshell.
And Jasper Johns in the 80's.
And the only thing gray alphabets spells is know.
The only word spells know differance signal for us.
Don't wear stripes just to confuse all my eye-ing squaggle squiggles into air's open legs.
And certainly, if there's one thing you do,
Promise me you won't never wear stripes like that figurative and literal midget Picasso.
Just promise me please,
I mean think about it, he didn't have the balls to even relinquish the figurative image if but just once,
He could never abstract like a little baby clutching chew toy,
All because of Jasper Johns in the 80's.
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