Treasure Island

Joseph Narusiewicz

(9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Blond Spider


She paints lions with tattoos
feathered in the city lights
Strong drawings of the soul
Red ignominy like pigeons of despair
I sit by the bridge of damnation
Watching Basquiat hit the auction block
Yes, the dead travel fast
She grants an audience to the ceramic slave
Julian Schnabel bust on a grave
Long Island is the quill of garter belts

Absorb your credentials of the Bronx
Raphael on the corners of jazz
Latin beat on a fresco of Monroe
Legions of disappointed proletariats
Washington Square and a chess tournament
Uptown art on the eyes of the castles
Europe in the crusades
Painting in blood is the orange tango
Who reads the beats
The blond spider crawls on the canvass

Submitted: Friday, October 25, 2013
Edited: Saturday, October 26, 2013

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  • Brian Jani (7/14/2014 6:18:00 AM)

    blond spider; i laughed when i saw the title of this poem.well done my brother (Report) Reply

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