Poem On Pocket Picasso Cubist Period abc Tudor Publishing Co. By Michael Snyder Petite Encyclopedie de l'art of human-flag g u i t a r s emotes gropes pediacric geometry tv front cover evoking dominant color s of an artist's N A m (E). ...no one gives a damn about the 'Five Dynasties of Northern Sung' or Utrillo's 'Churches'-- they want the radical plastic abstract of 'Nude Women Arm-in-Arm' creative absolute aesthetic of sharp-tongued individual escape natural illusions asserting blue pink and negro new viewmaster visions at cliff's diving point above infinite pallettes of aquatic depth. Lines vanish prompting mind's intuition in 2D 3D full force novelty: "Let us confront the observer." Cave women shadowless sunny-D wolf girls plump with lust and pomegranite-sin origins. "Ive got a helluva list of plates, motherxxxxers, and i'm not afraid to put my elbows on the XXXdamned forgotten T A B L E !! ! With her fruited blue collar tan and home-brewed angel glider hand sprouts her figure wisps in sea-side oyster smiles. Reach for the reservoir...pinnacles of pen and stick figure envy gold green full of gangrene...pluck that bass button eyed grey rib and the made-up-world around you which imbibes illustrious flavor-etch. Aficionado of forks C R O S S O A D S Folded Collage of Love Letters and Traces of Affectionate Lips, A Packet of Tobacco, A Visiting Cart, Glass--in one doggone dog-eared outing like a splotchy tear splash missing. i queue my peas like pearls like red enveloped ace of clubs and seizure-stiff notice of pouting eviction and pee-hole pears chicken scratch opera of la la vavoom! Compose and Conduct from the fluted courtesans (only after the war's lessons do we call them 'Prostitutes') the tiled Spanish piano of garbage can working poor pretense. a smaller fishpond of notes echoes and floats dilly-dadded with the hiding suitcases of the back of canvas--pretext after-thought strummings resonating with a Fish on Newspaper... Can we turn this still-life on its side, upside-down, around, show it in the shady part of town and will people appreciate the minimal lighting and squint for the details...? 1957 Printed in France these drawings paintings awnings musings stir full mouth carousal carousels of jumbled construction paper (this way or that) cravings with so many empty bottles glassy marbled statue-eyed industrialists modern palpatating clawed rivets wire-mesh minis skirting the perimeters of conscious uniconventional cat-nap in an upturned fruity dish. Peek-a-blue, i see glue and foreplay Iberian four-stringers fretting the grass-lain carpet of hands and balled periscope spook in excerpt book's casual way of life (which cannot be a game if it's in a frame). WHAT IS IT WITH THE SIMPLE INSTRUMENTS? ?? ..that tweek and mime haircombs and wrinkles and sleeping sparkles of crossed-out opposites... Who went wading far away from a way creeping back dead washed upon the nude-beach shores of our C E n t e R R e d t W i N K l e ? Pray and recreate with fingers brush the orgasmic organic wholeness of slice-n-dice existence without getting too caught up in exit- - - - s t e n c h. Paint me blood-soaked, bent, and bowed, and twitching tones humble remorse in one last notion of joy with its back against the wall paper. And do it in a studio garage living according to whatever present shape our water is poured I N T O !