Glorious Grotesque Guggenheim Poem by nathan martin

walking.. walking..

extremities all together now in motion.

until there it was in front of me a
used condom just lying there.

it was next to several leaves and a yellow
and white line running
down the street.

the yellow line was sort of a burnt yellow
and crumbling slightly.

the symetries seemed to be broken in the
filth yet somehow remained whole and preserved.

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maybe the guggenheim might want this catalagued.


i threw down some of the vietnamese ramen noodles
i was eating out of a plastic container... snap the picture.

i threw down the container.
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i vomited on the sidewalk and wrote
bob dylan lyrics next to it.
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i threw myself down.
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i got up feeling dirty and hungry.

i dont think i am ment to be an artist.