Paper Monkey Movement
Visual Art – Washington, D.C.
Describe to me,
What you see,
If you walked into an attic,
Where snakes on books,
Unfurl and curl onto brush bristles,
And when bright lights
Have their names bellowed,
Through tubes of yellow acrylic paint.
The mountains split,
Spitting pebbles of wisdom
Onto you like meteor sprinkles.
Twinkles change to papyrus wrinkles
And your eager wonder
Residing deep within
Swims to the surface
Just to pop in and say...
Hey!
I'm P.M., Paper Monkey or "Pahyer Mounshqueh"
To those of you who love to drink and slur.
We know who we are.
Like my shit
And share your knowledge
while we all flush the hate
Until Next Time...