Duchamp

by jazzcatalley

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-08-20 00:36:00

Parent message is 10291
played chess at the end of things

he kept his mind ingaged

didn’t want the fate of Picasso

cranking out little perfect imitations
of himself mindlessly doing what he once hungered for, with his signature
on em, knowing full well it was
going to me worth millions some day

those art dealers, saliva dripping from thier chops…$$$ in thier eyes…