cinq commentaires au ‘the visceral prophet’

my installation at the moma
i see pain.
i hear pain.
but you feel beauty.

art voyeur
you don’t see what i see.
worse, i don’t see what you see.

meandering
in seven years, it’s our forty years.

gustav brovold no 2
new york city is your unprimed canvas.
start painting.

stripping tawdry
haikus are so odd
let alone, composing it
in large arial font.

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