museum of modern moods

surreal hollering in
new sfmoma
gallery space, forest! forest! as
asian guards usually uptight and stern
laugh as she slaps
'em five under
pollock's guardian of the secret

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bigboat go
toot, toot
moves

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worked our way pleasantly
past matisses picassos diebenkorns
under one landscape she played
with her shoe
velcro arneson's great selfportrait
pedestal crumb
-ling to re
-veal the empty
nest around the critic comment

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teenybirds
float alongside
nevertheless impossible
i believe
to run over per se

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astute chaos surreal
exploded on the top floor
sparsely surrounded
by canvasses the size
of barndoors
splattered neonspooged
&watched over by
more guards, protecting
no secret, than flies
on vegan shit

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...what time
was it, the fog, lifted
to ask...

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beautiful the cold the cold
whistled wing the wind
etching the paper sack
paperstack tenpercent postconsumer
past redemption cooling
the beautiful cold
sea of departures

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departures where are
your papers
how many waves
define where you go and if you stay?



1994 
san francisco