This Is Art

Do you like my art

What art

This here

What where

That

What

My boots

Those boots

Yeah these ones

On your feet

That’s it

They’re your boots though innit

Yeah there my art

I like yours

My what

Your art

What art

That custard tart there

That’s my afternoon tea though innit

Yeah…your art

 

Is it radical?

Are we radical yet?

Was it radical?

How radical was it?

We kicked a dog into a bucket of baked beans

We flew a metal kite in an electrical storm

Are we radical?

Is it radical yet?

 

I watched the drops

fall

Forming piles of rain

In a cliché that

had no market value

unproductive

and Non-progressive

And the piles where puddles anyway

 

Image by Faith Goble