Poetry Year September 25

Spiral jetty in struck to the wane imagination,

of a star studded age.

Concept praxis major made,

the piss of minds,

with better things to do than art.

Duchamp's fountain over flowed,

for far easier that to make art,

is to make money instead.

Or perhaps it is noise,

that greases down the tracks,

the advertising that is

the oil of the broadcast age.