Can verse become Pop Art?
Get in the red
Banking curse
Prohibited
Get in the red
Only well-oiled
Fantasies
Welcome
Get in the red
Grease
The virgin pan
Freely
And heat
The beat
To the red land
Your island
Red Island
Grease
The virgin pan
Freely
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Except
Maybe one
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13 comments:
I hope verse and pop art don't mix, but you present an interesting poem. Excellent write. Luved the repition and the intersting concept. Luv red too.
grease the virgin pan freely...nice refrain...and there were certainly playful parts...yeah def not at the bank...smiles.
I'm smiling all the way here. Enjoyed your take much, and if that bottle isn't pop art, I don't know what is.
haha - enjoyed this..greasing the virgin pan and well oiled fantasies cracked me up..smiles
Love the repetition! Stunning writing
So Pop distills everything down to a single dimension, one bright dayglo color translated here as Red. For all we do and sing and suffer, this red-labeled bottle of olive oil. Still, so much pours forth! - Brendan
That pretty picture, I love that process. Olive oil is one of my essential food every day.
pop verse,
lovely thinking,
your idea truly makes me smile.
This reads very much like Pop Art. Like the repetition of RED. Thanks for joining us at the pub.
enjoyed the red repetition.. yes, it can become pop art ~
Sorry, still thinking about those well oiled fantasies ;) screaming RED.
can pop art become verse?
Yes, I think a poem qualifies to be Pop Culture. This one for sure, everyone should have gotten stock 5 years ago in olive oil. I like RED.
RED anything...
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