by Hillary Lyon
the screaming canvas in the gallery
drunk with electric latex
balances fashion model junk
with smoky silhouette angel
deems discord and harmony
though the surly rhythm of aesthetics
makes it all worth while
so the canvas thinks: why cannot
raw smears equal metaphorical music?
wildly greedy masterpieces
have sold themselves for so much less
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