present at the ceremony
Art won
There wasn't even a contest
Now art is on tv every time you turn it on
You used to say that art is the great enemy
And now it's true
There was a time when that sounded like a joke
Made by an artist posed with a cigar between a neon sign for Bar
And a monk moon
Art is the greatest enemy another drink please
Then swaggering home under the monk moon weeping
The technology of the cosmos arrayed itself predictably overhead
As art advanced in the dark on the backs of stealthy products
Which entered the mouths of sleepers like serpents
In the morning everyone had strange appetites
They drove fantastic wombs to work and when they got there
Work was a game and everybody was ready to play
I have swallowed my reptiles early the police made me do it
Everybody else had to wait until the devices became user-friendly
And they put white smoke and sugar on the reptiles
