Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Joseph Beuys



Joseph Beuys

Wrapped in elk grease and thick felt,
thinking grows tactile...
as your fingers comb your history...
as your neocortex loses its metaphysics.

As for the coyote...
the coyote is a generation ahead of itself...
engaged in watching a city street...
a captive and companion.

You and the coyote exchange
specially designed keys made with bison hump.

You ride around in an ambulance
until it is time to jet-away.

Wrapped in elk grease and thick felt,
you learn to walk and to sing...
to chew cyclone fence and warble...
man to moon... coyote to dead hare.


Coyote and Joseph Beuys

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