Oh! Oh! Oh, Henry!
05/2009 Joshua Abelow

Oh! Oh! Oh, Henry!
I'm going back to Europe at the first opportunity;
Berlin, Paris, Prague, whatever.
Each waking day here is a dusty monochrome by comparison.
Oh! Oh! Oh, Henry!
I wake up and think of nothing but the opportunity to sleep again.
My paint brush weighs ten tons.
Feet and toes have replaced my hands and fingers.
Oh! Oh! Oh, Henry!
There are no colors; only shit-brown.
The studio is an empty, egotistical affair.
Much better to hop on my bike and go for a spin with Henry Miller.
Oh! Oh! Oh, Henry!
Now I will climb to the top of the tallest tree and screech like a monkey.
Now I will float above the world like a kite.
Now I will sail my yacht across the seven seas.
Oh! Oh! Oh, Henry!
I am a hungry, violent monster.
I will eat my limbs for dinner.
I will chop off my head and kick it around like a soccer ball.
Oh! Oh! Oh, Henry!
Thank you!
Thank you!
Thank you!