"Letter to the Future"
36" x 60", Acrylic on Linen
We are outlaws, now.
The ones who dare not speak our thoughts
For fear of persecution.
The Improvident are now ascendant.
Slack of jaw,
Slow of wit;
The ones who flit
From fad to fad,
And barbarous fashion
Is churn-ed out, spew-ed forth;
An endless torrent of distractions.
What is real,
No longer matters.
Only the sensation.
This is the season of ignorance,
The Age of Addiction.
Nothing is more important
Sorry about the tab, but the party
Was fucking awesome, too bad you
P.S. I think I did something to your ozone layer. My bad!