Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Grilling Me Softly

When watches hang limp from a tree
the painting must be by Da
"How can time advance
when crawling with ants?"
we ask, passing time by the sea

Sal threw himself into his work
with paintings, surreal, went berserk
In self-portrait, soft
by crutch, held aloft
a crisp strip of bacon does lurk

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