Portrait Of The Desperate Poem by Kevin Patrick

You can stab me with the paint brush
With your initial impressions
Condemning me as a cliché
In the gulag Guggenheim
Posting travesty appraisals
Like fishing hat khaki tourist
Whose idea of high culture
Is a Big Mac at MacDonald's
Enjoy reducing my existence
To sacrosanct banalities
Pontificating irreverent techniques
Of vindictive enmities
Now just adjust me on the meat hook
In your cauterized exhibit
Posting slaughterhouse celebrations
Where the brain police pollution
Egregious diuretic polemics
Under sanguine lit fluorescence
The skin hides peal the canvas
On the phlegmatic eczema easels
Pour the screams in falling blood
As all your carrion patroness
In their quill hats and berates
Produce their fangs to rape the virgins
Nubile innocence
In the gas chamber galas
Laughing sophists paint impressions
With talk of symbols and allegory
and 'How we are so informed'
and 'how we really care'
about the commen man
and one makes him care'

Its all Surrealistic politics
For your Liberalisms Franco
Without integrity or honor
To be an honest fascist
When your own self importance
Is pure civilized impotence
Judge me where you stand
For I escape the canvas
In the portrait of the desperate