76: Oh, Picasso

Faces with doves, I can feel the feathers
and the treasury jewels right under the wing.
Faux-fur realizes, she wants the real thing.
Here's to her endeavour - the cup of all bitterness
and in the meantime, let cuff links ring.
Wear poison on the venemous tongue,
sting others with those expensive words
like that hydraulic needle pin drop
for those that you've forgotten about.

75: Award Season

Let's hear those golden statuettes
award these gorgeous liars.
Dress them up and sell, sell, sell.Mine diamonds from their hearts.
Tears carefully applied - or not?
They recalled times when they were not there.
When life was tragedy without the Shakespeare.
It was simply reality. But not they walk blood-red carpets,
all the way down to the beaches
where skulls break on rocky cliffs
and crash, crash, crash,

goes the water.