That painting at MOMA it’s like a mural

James Rosenquist i couldn’t remember the name

Bombs & ice cream: like 1960s cloying Americana
Not ice cream spaghetti I guess

About the marriage between violence and consumption

I totally started to feel the profundity of his message today Black Friday at Stanford Shopping Center

I had hit a squirrel on my way
Cried my eyes out
Not too mention the obvious gasoline carnage

The artist passed this year March 31 2017
Like that beautiful creature I killed with a machine

I took that work for granted when I first saw it
But he was trying to tell us something urgent
That has gone unheeded