The End of Art by D.C. Wojciech

THE END OF ART

SIX DAYS IT TOOK TO RAISE IRON & CONCRETE FROM THE FIRST MIND
ON THE SEVENTH DAY TIME REFUSED BEING ALONG WITH THE RAIN
RUNNING THROUGH THE VALLEY ALL HIGH & NAKED
I LEARNED TO PAINT AFTER THE FIRST CRACK IN THE SISTINE CHAPEL
NOT LONG BEFORE FLIGHT WAS MY FIRST ASPIRATION BUT GOD HADN’T
SAID THE WORD YET
PLEASE PASS THE SUPPER HOUR I AM GOING BACK HOME TO LORD OVER
PRESENT OR PAST CHAOS THEORIES OF THE BASIS OF NAVELS
POET FINDS LINT IN HIS POCKET SMOKES A CLOVE SLEEPS THROUGH
HIS TONGUE STENCIL’D INTO PREVIOUSLY UNBORN PARALLEL UNIVERSES
IF YOU SEE ME WITH MY HANDS BEHIND MY BACK ON REDWOOD ST. AGAIN
ASK THE GHOSTS IN THE PIGEON COUP FROM 1969 ON IF THEY ARE COPS
THERE WILL BE NO TRANSITIONS OR ERAS
THERE WILL BE NO RECLUSIVE TENDENCIES IN THE COUNTRY OF SWINE
SAVE YR QUARTER FROM HOARDERS OF ART RUN AMUCK UP THEMSELVES
WITH DREAMS OF CONVENIENT FINANCIAL GAIN
WHEN YOU SEE THE NIGHT OWL’S SWORDED BEAK THAT’S JUST MOTHER
NATURE SIZING YOU UP
CHANGE YR SECRETS BEHIND YR OWN CELL WALLS
DO NOT THINK OF MONEY
IF YOU EVER ASKED FOR ELSEWHERE YOU’VE COME FROM & IT ALWAYS TURNS
BACK FROM YR ENEMIES
IF YOU NEVER LEARNED WHAT IT IS & WHAT IT ISN’T I CAN’T BE THE ONE TO
TELL YOU
PLEASE TELL ALL THOSE SINKING SHIPS OF GEOLOGY, OCEANOGRAPHY &
WHIP ITS
ONLY IF LOOSE LIPS LOSE THEIR GRIP ON REALITY BEFORE YOU DO
EVERYDAY I AM BORN BEHIND THE TIMES
EVERYDAY I CATCH UP BY CRUSHING THE OPPOSITION WITH BRUTE STRENGTH & FIERCE DETERMINATION
NEVER TAKE A POET’S WORD FOR IT UNLESS YOU GIVE UP SOMETHING OF
YOURS FIRST
NEVER TAKE MONEY FROM SOMEBODY ASKING YOU QUESTIONS


D.C. Wojciech is from Sacramento, California. He edits Silver Pinion. His first full-length poetry collection is forthcoming this spring (2020) via Anvil Tongue Books. @AnvilTongue on Twitter.

Banner Art: “Proximity” by Robert Frede Kenter.

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