A Touch of Spring

 

Catalyst 50 x 40 cm acrylic/graphite/charcoal on canvas board

REPORT FROM THE PRESIDENT’S COUNCIL OF ECONOMIC ADVISORS

Oiled body rub. Cornices. Summer brush

fires near the tree line. An agent creates our

desires, then says, “Just doing my job, sir.”  

How much better can it get? All I can remember is some   

larcenous hard-body surfer girl, the waves of Ocean Beach  

reduced to mere ripples in her wake; she stole

John’s girlfriend; then she shop-lifted your ex, Trish,

and put her back again, though none too gently. Sublime

Sappho, feral eye winking at my second wife

   even while making out with a  

cute little fox called Lu Lu or Suzie or someone.

Forgive me, friend, I often don’t even make

sense to myself anymore: there’s hardly any here… here.

How much better, you say. Don’t make me laugh.

We need something noble. Flying buttress. Entablature.

Something to prop up an aging structure. Subversive elements

caressing my sweet spot. An agent whispering down the pipeline:

look both ways, take what you need, then add ten-percent.

Letting the oils really flow. Trickle down anyone? Go on, rub it in.