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…