The Devil on the Headboard

The Devil on the headboard
he sways and strokes his
beard;

He says his girlfriend jacks off
with the faucet in the bathtub

He says she let’s him watch ‘
cause she loves him.

Now he says prey:

“Don’t make it too hard, OK?”

Since nothin’ says lovin’ like
somethin’ in my oven

he makes a mess o’ Bisquicks

as a feather drifts into my
ear and whispers about rock
stars
and world politics.

(C) Rob Goldstein 11/26/1984 -2017

Tenesa – Honorary Art Gown

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Art Gowns

Were you ever challenged to model an Honorary Art Gown?

No, well then maybe you don’t know Georgian Carlson from Rethinking Life?

You see, I did a post on my Graffiti blog about how an artist named Tensoe spray painted a gown for me. Georgian said you should model it! I said I was too, old to do that.

I expressed how bad I felt about aging, and didn’t want my picture taken, anymore.

One thing lead to another, and now I am challenging my own perception. It is an idea that has been marketed to me my entire life, and brainwashed me to believe.

I didn’t think I could go through with it, but I’m glad I did. I thought about Photoshop airbrushing, but decided to be honest, and just pick the best photos.

⭐ ⭐ Presenting: Tenesa – Honorary Art Gown ⭐ ⭐

Although she’s my idea…

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A Flight of Ideas – High Art

My cheeks are red; like cuts of fresh beef.

This clarity of complexion is significant but I can’t locate its source.

The source of significance is always obscure, like the meaning of “High Art’.

Let us assume for a moment that ‘high art’ is art that makes no sense.

Let us also assume that high art is useless.

By virtue of assumption, we enter the realm of critic: one responsible for deciding what is high and who goes low.

They name what we haven’t.

Delusional grandiosity is the basis of all civilized discourse.

What we say is true, is true, because we say it is.

Thus, I poke my complexion and objectively call it clear, but can I
call it high?


(c) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved

My Femininity

A woman
of no
fixed
gender,
abjectly
free
of
memory
yet
pregnant
with
forgotten
wounds.

image and text (c) Rob Goldstein 2017