Culture Drive

Forest woodcut - Alex Katz
Bergamot Station - Greenfield Sacks
Spring Show Green Fever
Delusions of a "Collector"
March like Narasimha,
In like a Lion
out like a MAN.
"I never wanted to be a painter
I wanted to be a tap-dancer"
-Andy and his black and white disasters,
Jasper and his catenary curve,
Cecily and her Euro-porn scribbles
Please Remain Calm
as the Rugg is pulled out from under you
newspapers, wallpaper, stamps, cereal boxes, a sweater.
Combing the fields of a small town's detritus,
surreal in its disintegration, animal survival
a toilet, a beached whale, a fishing boat in a cow pasture
Los Fleites fighting over industrial sized toilet paper
broken windows, conspiracy theories, and aftershock predictions,
meanwhile emergency cans of beans and vegetables
expire and get recycled,
the impotent masses idle in traffic
at the same time every day
My stone bear fetish dancing with a plastic Pocahontas
under the dashboard lights to the Baobab Orchestra
You are my obstacle, you are my mount
you are the cosmos, you are a dwarf
Creator, Preserver, Destroyer
You dance everyday
into existence, you see the world
as beautiful, thrilling, and mysterious
even you can change the world
Oh sure, everyone's a Yogi or his new best friend
following everyday decisions
like abstract figures painted in gold
celebrating once again
the trampling of ignorance
under the ethical code of war
and movie award ceremonies
keeping time with the monitor
a broken applaus-o-meter and canned laughter
Thats enough hope for one day,
I'm off to work