by Christopher Stackhouse
The artists want to sit in a room together,
talk and not talk, about the wars around them.
In the fashion of artists, they sip, nibble, pine
for arguments sake, the variations of yellow.
Today, a bourgeois moment each protean conn-
oisseur howls a coloratura, promising not to
forget photos of the amputee, an erotic thong.
Their bricolage forged, available in unlimited editions.
Last updated September 28, 2013