Sunday, February 26, 2012

MAGPIE...Prompt #106

                                                     Andy Warhol at the grocery....

THANKS SO MUCH TO Tess at Magpie Tales. 


I'm still a fan and definitely the only one who can tell this story.  Andy Warhol lived in a townhouse across the street from a super market where I shopped.  I still live down the street, still shop there.

His house, the original Factory, was an amazing structure to behold, whose facade was entirely covered by creeping vines and trees that had the ability to plant their roots into the brick frontage.  It remained unsold for a very long time after he passed.  Walking by at night, I could only think of the gnarly limbs of the creepers in Snow White that Walt Disney wrapped around my imagination so many years ago.  A bit of residual fear still threatens to squeeze the life out of me as I quicken my steps walking past.  Is that a white wigged ghost lurking at the corner?

A sign in the canned soup aisle advertised, "Four cans of Campbell's Tomato Soup for thirty-five cents".   Who could resist that?  Not Andy Warhol, who allegedly had Campbell's Soup for lunch every day.  Not me, counting my pennies.  We clinked our shopping carts at the market, nodded "sorry".

We both reached for the same soup can, he pulled his hand back.  After you, he gallantly pantomimed.  I giggled, as I do in the presence of celebrity, gathered my cargo, then stalked him to the checkout.  Four cans of soup for me.  A stash of dozens easily, for Andy Warhol.

I went home and made soup and a grilled cheese sandwich for dinner.  Andy Warhol went home and made history.

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Sunday, February 19, 2012

MAGPIE...Prompt #105

                                                            Image/ epic mahoney

THANKS TO TESS at Magpie Tales. 


Small change in my pocket,
shabby tips.
No dial tone.
Just another Nighthawk
frozen in neon
at the end of the world.

Pedal on.

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Sunday, February 12, 2012

MAGPIE... Prompt #104

THANKS TO TESS, at Magpie Tales.


I am born
in a bed of dares.

My used up incarnations
live again!

They lie entwined,
poor burnt out lives,
sticks of charcoal
in the looming hand
of the old master,

soon to be inspired
to draw a new enigma
around my soul.

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Sunday, February 5, 2012

MAGPIE...Prompt #103

                                   A Grave at the Novodevichy Cemetery, Moscow

THIS PHOTO, AT Magpie Tales, something to think about.  Thanks, Tess!


The ashen one is beckoning,
pushing his heart out,
buying my soul again,

he draws my heart in,
burgundy ice,
never melts.

At midnight a mirage of petals
blow a kiss,

lay bare a voluptuous pink,
pucker red like a clown's smile.
Fool me once more.

Rain recedes below the basin of earth.
Without light,
a worm tucks in.

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