Pete the Artist

Pete the artist is a bipolar

Schizophrenic in remission,

Who gets supplemental

Security income and money

From his well-off parents

In Cheshire, Connecticut,

Who sent him to Choate

And to Harvard Extension school

So that he could boast of

A Harvard degree in English,

While his parents pay for his

Art studio, art supplies and strokes

Of genius, as he walks around

In his cowboy hat with Native

American feathers, earrings

And numerous rings on his

Fingers, telling everyone

That he works for living--

Pete the artist is really some

Caricature of what art has become,

As he shares his muddled

Abstractions and poetic views

Of the divine transcendence,

Zen, dolphin telepathy, pearls

And the ecstatic revelation

Of the Mayas and the Incas,

With some Gaelic bullshit

Thrown in for good measure,

Where all is majestic and pristine,

Like the Palmolive hands of

Jesus--Pete is a painter, poet,

Photographer, songwriter and

Storyteller, and an egomaniac,

Drunk on Stonehenge and pints

Of Guinness, Irish cliffs and

California surfing, Yeats, Neruda,

Borges, and the superficial

Waitresses at Delaney's,

Who care more about their tips

Than anything poetic--

But his bullshit is convincing

Enough to fit in with other

Hack writers and unrecognized

Picassos and Jackson Pollocks,

Going through the daily motion

Of creating really bad

Artwork.



              

             June 18, 2010



      

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