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After A Self-Portrait by Francis Picabia

Photo by Nadia Chaudhury.
Photo by Nadia Chaudhury.

A french fry sticks its tongue out at you

Blue, swollen, unfathomable

As hot air stirs local economy

The carbuncle mayor invites your double to join his delicious nightmare

Blue, swollen, unfathomable

Stuck on scraps of an umbrella

The carbuncle mayor invites your double to join his delicious nightmare

This is not the landscape painting I ordered from The Optimist Factory

Stuck on scraps of an umbrella

A phantasmagorical ode to human suffering

This is not the landscape painting I ordered from The Optimist Factory

A phalanx of lackeys entering backwards

A phantasmagorical ode to human suffering

Written by a mechanical pencil known as “The crimson moon kimono”

A phalanx of lackeys entering backwards

I started drawing children clapped in moldy fireplaces

Written by a mechanical pencil known as “The crimson moon kimono”

I drive a car as big as a wolf’s ravenous eyes

I started drawing children clapped in moldy fireplaces

Excellent mental symptoms occur at the boundaries

I drive a car as big as a wolf’s ravenous eyes

A french fry sticks its tongue out at you.

Excellent mental symptoms occur at the boundaries

As hot air stirs local economy

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John Yau

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The Brooklyn Rail

FEB 2008

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