Modern Art

Two split-logs

leaning against each-other

sat on a pedestal.

It was in an art gallery

so I assumed there

was something to get

which was over my head.

I moved on.

A picture

of a steel pipe

Sept 84

written on it.

Next to this

was a series of notes

written on

hotel stationary.

Different

hotels

with different

amounts of time—

but the same sentiment:

I promise

to be a good artist. . .

in 5 years,

in 15 years,

in 30 years.

I hope I’m not

the one who’s

supposed to judge

whether or not

he kept his promise.