Thursday, September 12, 2013
A Poem For Rebecca (from Vizma Bruns)
What clues lie in the washing-machine-pulped-letter Vizma has affixed under the cellophane window?
I'm sure the winking man with stubble knows.
This lettter makes me homesick for the Castro.
Equal! Justice! Freedom! FOREVER!
No need to be sorry Viz, I love the chaos and I wouldn't have mistaken this for BAD ART, and besides, I'm not the judge.
Lots of fun and thoroughly enjoyed. Thanks Viz.