(daydream at the Lucky Nun Artfair,
Silver Lake, California 1993)

Everything's gonna be
dropdead gorgeous
when the artists take over
the streets of L.A.
straight from the coffeehouses,
jacked on espresso, at
3 in the morning
when they stake out the town.
They'll huddle together
in strategic locations
with cheap walkie-talkies
and portable phones.

There'll be no more
sweating out
calls from the dealers,
crouched behind canvas
like circus freaks...

They'll block off the exits
to the museums and galleries,
hi-jack the patrons for their
beauty tax,
take all that money,
clean out the art stores,
strip all the Krylon cans
down to the racks
and
murals will spread
like glorious bruises
over every flat surface
from Pomona to the sea;
sculpture will flower
in hideous courtyards,
overnight
mushroom
on well-watered lawns...

Hot! Damn!

What a scene!
when the artists have their way
when the whole basin blooms
like the hills after rain.
Then they'll caravan up
to the top of Mt. Wilson
check out the long view –
break out the champagne –
watch the sun set
like some huge drive-in movie
and zone out mid-sentence
lounged back on their cars,
while owls wheel out
from the tops of the pine trees
and God –
or
whoever –
breaks out the stars

02/03/2008

Posted on 02/04/2008
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