A Little Book of Poetry Called Modern Art
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The last museum I visited was MoMA PS1, an affiliate of the Museum of Modern Art in Long Island City, New York, to see Pakistani-born artist Huma Bhaba's exhibit "Unnatural Histories." The exhibition, primarily sculptural, encouraged an aura of desolation, obscured primitivity seeping into decaying modern structures.
Modern Art
Shovel mouth.
Wading through the reeds, Baby Jesus on blow on high
My innocence slips shedded
Off two
by two buddy
System: Shovelmouth
Saxophone blows to the face. My baby Jesus frolicking face down in the reeds.
P.S. 1
I imagine
fucking
in the stairway
of the MOMA
The
Art
Smells.
GOD:
Guaranteed Overnight.

dirty rain gutters
broken rain gutters
twisted
rain gutters
supplication
PHALLIC JAWBONES
The MS Paint Bottle of Spray Paint
I wish I could use the spraycan in Microsoft paint
on this poem.
Duality in cork:
dubble flagons of wine to be finished
for the night is through;
WE WILL BE DRUNK BY MORNING, TERRY, OKAY? We will be drunk by morning.
Hard drugs like pot
and you laid out on the bathmat
Sanitary but not sterile;
So
get in the trashbag, the black trash bag,
and then on your knees and pray.
Or just sit there
in child’s pose.
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Subway rats
can kill themselves so easily
by just coming out of the woodwork when
they’re not supposed to.