I wish I were Duschamp

I wish I were Duschamp instead I’m a Duschbag I’d be in a book they’d look at me and see Klee taking a line for a walk using maybe chalk like Cy Twombly cept more form creating a storm refuse the elite confuse stardom with martyrdom befriend Yoko but remain rooted like Jo Yoakum I’d quote good Beuys and be printed a line-between Romanticist Post Modernist (iPodtits) they’d sit up and say they’re uninformed but it’s a Haynes (in an un-formulaic way) critics would be divided lovers united a new movement cited after my death
But then I might be pigeon holed never satisfied never change the world my curator on my back my promoter given the sack and all down to me
perhaps I’m better floating around in my ideal imaginary world perhaps I’ll be satisfied with mediocrity when I needmoney perhaps its enough where my art is ‘a progression’
the brush a self healing weapon to fight my everyday social aggression