Peter Swanson's Joan Art

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JOAN POEM ETERNAL

Joan Crawford is anxious

she chewed the lens to bits

because it showed a line from her eye

where the ends cease to convene

because Father Time gave the role

to a new generation

a bright blonde missile

from the other side of the tracks

like herself pure doubt

pure ambition

elbow grease

and forward marching

the plastered creature looks goddess

on white sidewalk posters for desiring

the paper texture has a lovely smooth grain

in a stencil the shapes feel eternal

even if it should stain in city rain

her glare is violent bullet hole suffering

languid martyrdom during attractiveness

and will burn an ache through you

at 24 frames per second

the pulse on her face is enough

to glow like a vision of divinity

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