Talk this, Talk that

Security

 

Black ties

and gourmet dresses

diamond backs, running up their shoes

studs

diamond rings

diamond earrings

necklaces; galore

 

ostrich feathers

from lace to leather

pure Italian fabric

to the American blend

No Gucci,

a higher standard;

of living...

 

young, old, mostly mid, mid old

thin, physique

pretty frame; in a picture

fifty year old

woman

sheer dress

white ruffles above black

what’s this?

Her dried out nipple

nipples

seen

 

drive-thru

walk by

crowd

heat

all over

sipping

but no smoke

champagne

bubbled water

walk thru

no eats

 

figures

rubenesque

and beautifuls

french, asian, american too

men of high,

none of low

except me

and mine

and a few others

 

beautifuls:

satin, silk,

black

soft skin

white

older; bring out the breasts

younger; bring out the crime

 

blue eyes

red eyes

flash

1-2-3

blue eyes

green eyes

why isn’t my art here?

 

men in haircuts

tight

fitting suits

navy and midnight

glasses

pipes in the pocket

frizzy hair man

always there

always here

always

 

on the wall

spread open

wide for us

the viewer

the rich folk

the non-common folk

the irony of

of

high art/low art

 

no snobs

we did not talk

just drink

laughs

and talk

lots of talk

meeting

no security

 

surrounded

outdoor garden

a picasso?

a magritte?

a water baby

 

towers above

pollution outside those walls

or is it in these walls?

the artists hide

the contributors pay

who is the judge

not you

not I

but they

 

Why is it them

and not I

Why is there crap

on that bottom floor

 

Again

a mention goes out

a radio talk shout

beauties

americana clean

slender

and one with

a black

slender

steps

little ones

get out of my way

 

a smile

a rub

a portion,

un-done

 

a smile

a rub

a friendly hello

and an eyebrow liner

a stream down her leg,

 

talk this talk that

pornography on the walls

talk this

talk that

its pornography they want?

talk this buy that

its garbage they have

talk this bought that

its shit in their pockets;

death at their head

bring out the artists

and the irony

i do not get

 

 

 

© 1997 David Greg Harth

97.10.10.01:20:00@505MAHWAH

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