POETIC LICENSES

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his pants And the riot squad they're restless, they need somewhere to go As Lady and I look out tonight, from Desolation Row Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It takes one to know one, " she smiles And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style And in comes Romeo, he's moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe" And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, you'd better leave" And the only sound that's left after the ambulances go Is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row Now the moon is almost hidden, the stars are beginning to hide The fortune telling lady has even taken all her things inside All except for Cain and Abel and the hunchback of Notre ...

posthumous tribute to Moses Rosenthaler's last important Work, executed on the backboard of an Indigo Parisian Pissoir, then secreted, by the Blackmarket, at a cost of many lives and $26.3M, to The Guggenheim, where it hangs, upside down.....and has been photographed hundreds of millions of times.......While many claim the 'ownership' of this media-proclaimed masterpiece, the 'informed' and less supercilious members of the "Art"World know that the original abstraction is but an act of indulgence for Freedom From Restraints....still, a facetious emotional release in expired, separated oils and spilled egg yolk and shoe goo in suspension......still on a prison toilet's walls, next to the janitor's closet, sharing the rusting walls with the primitive nail and glass shard engravings of desperate doldrums and suppressed & repressed emotion.....After a billion 'likes', the fake, meaningless-but-for-projection 'Work' will join Ban...

After listening to a podcast of William Shatner's 'plugging' his new Book (based on Bill's humorous ramblings to the 'writer', Joshua Brandon: BOLDLY GO....and  Harry Styles' queer-baiting for 'likes' and box office revenue for his latest Film,  MY POLICEMAN, I fell into my customary psychedelic-ishly cinematic Dreamscaping....or Scrapping....and was transported, down the rabbit hole for my umpteenth time-out-of-time....into a pastel garden party....hosted by Shatner, dressed like Ian McClellan, as Rip Van Winkle or some other long-white-bearded 'story teller', with Styles, in ruffly drag, as a 5-year old girl.....a mix-up collage of Shirley Temple and 'Alfalfa' Switzer......seated on Bill's lilting thigh.......as Shatner read from his...and one of my....favorite books of the 1960's.....Rachael Carson's SILENT SPRING... Behind this Scenario, a drop cloth...painted with oscillating images from FANTASIA, THE DANISH GIRL,   a...