White marks on de Kooning women
Fragments of the fragile symbol
Redefined, undefined and lonely
I see her grafted identity
Her post modern womb
Outside of the testosterone maelstrom
Ethnic democratic white wash
Way into the soul we must go
We are the trampled grass
We eat the fodder of femme fatale
Cleansing the filthy image of progress
She is my sweet island buried in deco
Mushrooms grow like Alice in a hole
Run away from the machines of dread
I have crawled out of a clean modern hole
Image of woman in a nuclear biological war
She hears the drills in her soft hair
She cooks her biogenic mess
She is stoned like a pharmaceutical star
I can't touch her tummy tuck kiss
No fallout shelters no more
I'm in love with a tear
Willem de Kooning revisited
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