mural 2 Sleeping Beauty at the Dump

Lady Liberty has to end up somewhere. I choose to put her in the arms of a love sick gorilla, standing in a rising sea.

Why?

Because I can.

I realize I can change Donatello’s David into a woman, I can do what I want.

On paper,

but still? It’s something.

The trip to Japan, peaceful until I arrive at a tuna and moonfish morgue, the wet concrete. So many dead fish.

Skinny old women get the front row seats at fashion shows. But time is not kindly. Fashion can not save them.

While the beauty still has time to sleep. To dream.

As Ganesha thinks.

The coins are tossed. Falling through air, Souls depart.

Barracuda.

The joke is on us. Humpty Trumpty takes a fall.

Night is falling too. The next will be darker.