I'm at an art showing.
Oatmeal blazers.
Tight lipped zealot.
There's a fruit spread,
drinks and raw brick.
I love it.
Not one woman is wearing make-up
and not one man drinking beer.
Martinis and chardonnay.
Picasso is turning over in his grave.
Van Gogh is taking aim.
Ray Strickland jr.
9/30/2011