Hp5

Picasso and me
 Throwing rocks at the still blue sea
 And Brueghel makes three
 Dodging dogshit so skillfully
 Kathe Kollwitz dropped by
 Popped right out of the thick wet sky
 Took us all to a hole
 Where she'd buried her best friend's soul
 What do you say when your brain is on holiday?
 Who do you pay when you head for your home
 With souvenirs of nothing real?
 Hieronymus Bosch
 Kindly lent us his Macintosh
 With all this triptychs on disk
 Seemed to think it was worth the risk
 Where do you go when you've finished your final show?
 Who else can know all the stuff you've got crammed inside
 The head you call your own?
 Edward Kienholz made tea
 Accidentally spilled over me
 Said "Ted, please leave it be!
 Just watch the steam curling off my knee!"
 What do you say when your brain is on holiday?
 Who do you pay when you head for your home
 With souvenirs of nothing real?
 Where do you go when you've finished your final show?
 Who else can know all the stuff you've got crammed inside
 The head you call your own?
 Who do you tell about the way lovers smell?
 Through heaven and hell in the back of a battered
 Box of metal on the run
 Now it's just me
 Watching ripples, distractedly