portraitinflesh

I had to write a poem today for a class
So I wrote a crappy poem about Andy Warhol

And arent you lucky?! You get to read it...lol


Andy On 3rd Ave.

I saw a version
Of Andy Warhol,
In the window of Bloomingdales.


He stood with two manikins
Posed among pink plastic daisies
Those awful scars swathed in silkscreen daggers.


His silver hair shining
The beacon of consumerism
He was smiling.


Eyes, teary turned to the streetlight
He softly exclaimed:
Gee, its really beautiful!



I can do better
But I am a slacker!
Dont hold it against me!

xox