ANDY NICHOLSON

  

For Warhol's Mao, For Blocks of Cement

I wanted to walk through the museum on my own strength —
With my own filth in my hair, with my own jacket over my arms, with my own
foot tripping over my own foot,
But the eyes grabbed me by the balls as if it were my own village — parents,
family, priests, judges — grabbing me by the ear.

And let me consider my hour in the park.
You I will consider for your stillness; you I will consider for the silence
I met you with.
For mixing your dead-weight with the living grass; for being four in number;
for protecting me from the worm infected earth.

Buy me a hotdog and I will tell you about the city.
Buy me a hotdog and I will tell you about the city.