World Banker by Kevin Reid
Original oil on canvas by Kevin Reid: World Banker
by Kevin Reid
as the withered pulse of a torpid soul spurts pale whispers heat is frozen - collapsed in a column of throb-less desire a hand filled torso that can’t be touched moves to infirmity like water to ice…
by Kevin Reid
Through hallucinogenic portals the artist is taunted with a stabbing pleasure, the pen becomes a needle. Constrained by inverted etiquette and tripping into a razor wind with the desire for an idle conscience.
by Kevin Reid
Eleven
“the tower is a symbol of penetration”
Patti Smith babelfield
The castration of capitalism
The cocks of commerce obliterated
The cockless scrotum of ground zero
The involuntary sex change of Liberty
The iNfertilitY of New York
I’ll start with my eyes ,of similar size,
since the womb through me
out to (this) se(a)e.
I don’t recall
what they saw back then.
Things were …
I caught them later.