Each month, write a new collection.
Burger in New York (video of Andy Warhol)As I watchLike I am looking into a mirrorI see myself sitting and eatinga fast food hamburgerOne bite and anotherhow big the whopper isA true American stapleAnd the foodmaking us ableto call ourselvesObeseTo call our livesat leastWhere Rodney Allen RippyCan say he is cute as is Andy Warhol when we allSalute the American Dreamit seems eats one of these a dayBut at a closer examinationI see the scene and sayDo I really need to eatWhat we are fed in the Media?When lentil soup canfeed two thousand peoplecompared to a dozen whoppersHow obscene it is to watch Warhol eat it and know we grew upon the counting of the hamburgersof the local McDonald's golden archesand the freshness of the In and Out burgerWe murder with mad cow in the grinderWhy do we need ketchup when the dry fries are fixedWith saturated oiland don't forgetthe sodaThe liquid sugarthat I am sureyou are chugging as we finally get to the endof the delightful burgerunfinishedAnd wrapped up in the paper only to be thrownaway as garbageA mess we refuse To see without recyclingJust a bit too muchAndyMy sweet AndyWe might just be out of touch!
Your poem takes us through the whole ride. Great work Daryl. (p.s...I loved this Andy video too... sent the link to a few folks with my Happy Thanksgiving dinner greeting but... I think they did not appreciate the art)
I love this one too man!
Audition for choir of BanksyNo more can we do warMindless robots we areExperts in shoppingThe world drowns in rainTo blinded to fight.It's the twilight of the fightNew statements of BanksyGlare through pelleting rainRip open the veil of warThere is an alternative to shoppingExpose who we are.Let our nature beA nonviolent fightCrucifix the shopJoin the wall at west BanksyThrow flowers at the warSprout hope from the rain.Panda bullet rainMachine gun mona lisa you areChild lost in the warFlowers abducted to fightPaint now with BanksyRonald Mac alone you shop.Crucifixed bags of shoppingNow nourished by fresh rainWe have learned to be BanksyWe have learned to beWe have learned to fightWe have learned alternative to war.Panda no the climate warCrucifix no the shopFlower no the fightNo the weapons rainYes with Banksy.We’ll rain on parades of warWe’ll stop and frisk shopping culturesWe’ll fight, with Banksy vision.This poem not so much written well, but Bansky so fab I enjoyed writing it. Immensely enjoyed all of this Ekphrasis month (though out of touch myself with modern media at the end so lost me there.) Great work. Thanks John.
It's great work, and I love what's happening in art today too!