She paints lions with tattoos <br />feathered in the city lights <br />Strong drawings of the soul <br />Red ignominy like pigeons of despair <br />I sit by the bridge of damnation <br />Watching Basquiat hit the auction block <br />Yes, the dead travel fast <br />She grants an audience to the ceramic slave <br />Julian Schnabel bust on a grave <br />Long Island is the quill of garter belts <br /> <br />Absorb your credentials of the Bronx <br />Raphael on the corners of jazz <br />Latin beat on a fresco of Monroe <br />Legions of disappointed proletariats <br />Washington Square and a chess tournament <br />Uptown art on the eyes of the castles <br />Europe in the crusades <br />Painting in blood is the orange tango <br />Who reads the beats <br />The blond spider crawls on the canvass<br /><br />Joseph Narusiewicz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blond-spider/
