Expressionist Terror-Hole

Genuine articles of isolation

I've got'em, right here!

buy two and I'll add a modicum of dignity

can you stomach a 737 of transparency and bad wine?

Don't hold back now there's a bald-eagle-coat in it for you

-but that's on the hush-

No boss concerns here 

you run the business,

I am frosting and this is a sport

invented so guys like me

can help guys like you 

fill 3 rooms with Pollock's and one with Rothko's.

Because we all know how much you like to think

when you look at a painting

That something intangible-grand architecture

spitting up volumes of robots and floozies with halos

coaxing smiles, guile and shaky hands while you,

for whatever reason

cannot put into simple words

why this shit

tastes so good.

So you get 6 haircuts 

throw on your bald-eagle-coat

and buy some Rembrandt's and receive that

ubiquitous applause

in every drag of a clove cigarette and spoonful of 

turkey hill.

Nuzzling its' way into your hippocampus 

through the fibers of an infinity scarf

and a whole arm full of clocks and 4 compasses

can't calculate for entropy.

But an inch worm will always make itself known

on a spring day,

because he'll need your coat