museum of modern moods (1998)

surreal hollering in

new sfmoma

gallery space, forest! forest! as

asian guards usually uptight and stern

laugh as she slaps

'em five under

pollock's guardian of the secret



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bigboat go

toot, toot

moves



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worked our way pleasantly

past matisses picassos diebenkorns

under one landscape she played

with her shoe

velcro arneson's great selfportrait

pedestal crumb

-ling to re

-veal the empty

nest around the critic comment



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teenybirds

float alongside

nevertheless impossible

i believe

to run over per se



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astute chaos surreal

exploded on the top floor

sparsely surrounded

by canvasses the size

of barndoors

splattered neonspooged

& watched over by

more guards, protecting

no secret, than flies

on vegan shit



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...what time

was it, the fog, lifted

to ask...



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beautiful the cold the cold

whistled wing the wind

etching the paper sack

paperstack tenpercent postconsumer

past redemption cooling

the beautiful cold

sea of departures



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departures where are

your papers

how many waves

define where you go,

if you stay?







1994 san francisco