VINYL POETRY

Volume 8, August 2013

BIRDIE
Jacob SunderlinView Contributor’s Note

[I have stopped painting out of spite, Hank Williams.]

I have stopped painting out of spite, Hank Williams.
It was all that illustrating how morning hits the
raspberry business. Now, I am just an ashtray that is
a mason jar, with water glass ambitions. I am a jar,
in other words, making installations now. Hank
Williams, I put things in. Your red glass may be my
wooden chair. I once heard that if you wash out
painting still lives, you should at least use a really
nice glaze consistency. And in the chair leave your
cup up turned, or downcast. It matters, they said it
matters.