a Dadaist
Traces of snow were found in the blood
but the cause of death was heartbreak
not overdose.
He sold the art school to private interests.
Gave his charity away to money,
in a fit of nihilistic rage.
He was so close to his murdered dog
that he would go on all fours
baying at the grave.
A Dadaist, in court
he reversed the charges
and dialled out for pizza.
ha! that is cool, double turnaround mind pirouette under a bowler hat poem,
I can’t tell you how glad I am that the first bit of feedback I’ve got for this is from someone who ‘got’ it. It’s so easy to lose people with work like this. Thanks, Paul.