The Art Show Poem by YURI DURAAN

I do not see Art here!

I see scratching on
some walls and
splashes of violet
and black on canvasses
big and small..

all some vomit of some
artist who had to spew
his/her emotions to be
catalogued as a new
genre on its own….

“Quite remarkable”
the programme reads…
Yes, quite remarkable
indeed, smirks my poetic
condescendence….

just,
as I turn to leave I notice
at the door the artist,
and her broken soul
which cannot be uttered
but only spewed out
on canvass –

....and I walk over and
place a sticker on the
closest piece of vomit
which reads “SOLD”.