1.
A pleasure palace
on the octopus frontier.
Perhaps that's
the answer.
An eight-armed whore
in the cabin
of a sunken ship,
the walls covered
with obscene octopus pictures.
She beckons to me.
Passion and gin.
Why not?
2.
A homestead
on the octopus frontier.
Perhaps that's
the answer.
A flock of chickens
in front of a cabin
at the bottom
of the ocean.
They seem contented
scratching in the sand
for oysters.
3.
An intentionally ambiguous poem
A pleasure palace
on the octopus frontier.
Perhaps that's
the answer.
An eight-armed whore
in the cabin
of a sunken ship,
the walls covered
with obscene octopus pictures.
She beckons to me.
Passion and gin.
Why not?
2.
A homestead
on the octopus frontier.
Perhaps that's
the answer.
A flock of chickens
in front of a cabin
at the bottom
of the ocean.
They seem contented
scratching in the sand
for oysters.
3.
An intentionally ambiguous poem
on the octopus frontier.
Perhaps that’s
the answer.
The 8 faced whore siren muse
Sits on the rocks, inspiring ships to sink
The wandering mariners metaphors drawn
By her obscenely beckoning songs,
Shipwrecked on the jagged hopes of
Whiskeypassions.
Why not?
4.
An irresistibly treacherous messiah
An irresistibly treacherous messiah
on the octopus frontier.
Perhaps that’s
The answer.
A flock of smitten disciples
Kneel in front of her hungry rocks
At the bottom of the ocean.
They seem utterly contented
Scratching in the sand
For her pearls.
Poem: "The Octopus Frontier" Parts 1 & 2 by Richard Brautigan; Parts 3 & 4 by Patrick Lynch
Silkscreen: "What Once Was" by Dan McCarthy
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