Impression
after Thom Gunn’s ‘Expression’
for several months I’ve been reading
the poetry of my juniors
or maybe they’re my contemporaries
it’s hard to tell
who’s who these days
there’s so many voices
battling in best of
the beat cover bands
and there’s still much talk
of Mother, the abandoner
and Daddy, the angry alcoholic
both hated equally
however
all that hatred
was confessed better
long ago.
I go to the Art Museum
though I’m not sure what it is
I’m looking for
Pop Art
doesn’t pop
and Impressionism
fails to make
an impression
then I reach it, I recognize it
I’ve acquired a taste
more primary than art considers proper
so I head out the emergency exit
to find a blowjob and a sandwich.
Horror Sleaze Trash 