The Bed You Made (2007)
Old expressions from labs of lust where spliced mice make nests from shredded paper. Once you take offyour clothes reactions are tested.
You can't go back and your skin is unlike a sheet blank and type free. What is written on your face is a maze
of fear you run each day.
Upper left corner detail of The Bed You Made
Image rendered in Sterling-ware and post-processed until the exercise wheel squeeked and the mattress sagged.
Please note my art web site has a new URL and domain: Rooms with a Viewhttp://wrightart.net
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Your previous Blog posting referred me tohttp://www.aestheticbeautycentre.co.uk/and that led me to write the following Disposable Poem:Plastic Man's Hymn to the Aesthetic Beauty CenterSexier than a sting ray in Bermuda,Flatulent yet strung out on raw ether,I flaunt my mutability to stay neuterWith more ass than you'd care to remember.I lurk beside hoods and crooked dicks,Shoot craps and split the ambiguity,Shape shifting among schizophrenics,Flashing serial killers with rapier nudity.Crime-fighting in upper or under classes,The deuce I'll ever serve a warped racketOn red and yellow acid behind dark glasses!My pal Woozy takes comfort from his straight-jacket.Cheeks smoothed over by collagen therapy,Whoever is too beautiful becomes ugly;Me, I'm diagonal in a zigzag cacophony,Transitioning between genders quite snugly.[Disposable Poem August 9, 2007]Dr. Mike
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