The Big Steal
Jonny hasn’t got much where the banks are concerned:
has no time, no estate; he only paints
and papas, and does what he knows
does good, when a giving can’t help
or change the world.
And some fuckhead, from Jon’s lawn, stole
a dining room table! A goddamn donation!
—To be picked up & hauled off by the Diabetics Foundation,
and not a soul even saw or knew.
Jonny hasn’t got time to get angry (I’m ashamed to say I do); he only
paints, and papas, and does what he knows does good:
describes to me how fuckheads look:
blue, translucent, fish tank eyes….
Enough art, dear Jon.
Just describe to me how fuckheads rise.
