Art





He painted pictures of sun bleached Adirondack chairs.
Nice, simple, harmless—peaceful scenes.
I hear the White House even bought a few.
We have some in our office. No one can object
to art of empty chairs on beaches and porches.

Personally, I'd like to see one of those
Adirondack chairs in the painting filled with
a sleeping, tattooed biker woman, a half-drunk bottle of Jack Daniels
squeezed between her thighs and a Monarch butterfly
resting gently on the tip of her nose. Now there's a picture.




© 2007 by Michael Domino
Michael Domino
2007