Iconic brand. Iconic cans. Immortalised by an icon.
You can get into these cans and drink the soup but you’ll have to pay a premium as these were a Limited Edition. Will hunger slake your cultural thirst or will good taste preserve these intact.
And they say Andy Warhol was an enigma.
My shoulders rounded, I am hunched
As instructed
Facing away from a man
With sharp steel in his hand
The cold eye of that needle
Contains unsentimental fluid
Poised and loaded with the logic
That will take me away
Before long I am gone
Off into a prayer
My ignorance all wrapped
In total and utter surrender
There could be bird-song
For I am tethered to air
Or the soft parting of warm lovers lips
I am gone
Take me and render me
Your clinical skills
Your cold hearted craft
Are now beyond natural law
A gift of flowers
Plants packed, their petals exposed
A display of demure generosity
Lingers in gratitude
and leaves that kindest of stains
Thanks for a time shared
When no boundaries were broken
No favours asked
Just the interplay of friendship
And a hope that it may last
Outside, bright sunshine
like some heavenly tongue
has drenched the scene
With natural beauty
And in the windless quiet
each still particle proclaims
a pride in its place
And there is no doubt
No fear that judgement will be made
to sully or scar
each stitched particle
of this tableau
How wonderful
Our garden beams
in the lick of a dew.
