Picasso meets Modigliani

The World Wide Web Theatre presents...."Picasso and
Modigliani"

The only way I can get her back is to write songs
that make her cry
more than he does
and in the MEAN time and I mean MEAN
time she got a girlfriend
that was mine
so I'm drinkin' wine
and learnin' how to whine
when I sing the blues
.. to ..
attract a mate
and go out on a blind date
and ask "HER" ..."What's your sign?"
and tell her..."WOW! THAT'S EXACTLY MINE!"
AND WRITE IT DOWN ...in black and white
like a zebra
and tell her," You're a Libra."
'cuz she lives in Californee-oh !
where they get horney-oh...
and act like savages
in Borneo
where you got to...got to...got to...got to....
take a chance
'cuz Feminism KILLED...romance...
"Hi...I'm Brad take off your pants...yo..."
whoa....you looked like a GIRL...
I didn't KNOW you were a....
......LEO !!!!!

The only way I can get her black
is to feed her RED
red beans and rice
from New Or-LEENZ...nice....
and to explain to her way out there
in California which is
....square...
that she's going through a normal
white person's struggle where
The Hegelian Dialectic inevitably
runs into Existential Despair
and you find it's your inevitable DOOTY
to shake yo' booty
and drop a lotta fat black comediennes
all over Afghanistan
and get 'em to work..uh....
wearing giant thongs
cuz ain't NO WAY
a fat black comedienne gonna
WEAR a goddam BURKA...!

She didn't mind leavin' her daddy
and all her friends in Oakland
but she could NEVER leave behind
Ol' JIM vanMORRISON
she was still wearing bobby sox
even though he TOLD her he
wrote a cookbook on
ETHEREAL CHINESE COOKING
called "Astral Woks"

So he waited for her to call
it was a lover's quarrel
she was drunk
that's all
"That's not fair" she said between
me and you but she didn't say,
"That's not true..."

"You want my BODY" she teased
sure..........................
but it was really HER
who really wanted HIM to want
HER.........................
.....................pure...
bodies come and go
but words stick like
a lure
and even more the SOUND of
a rush in the night givin' ground
and the crackin' mound
and groans that'll make you quake'n'shake
and push you over the edge and
edge-cate
grab onto a house
which is already there
it's his HOME broken down to just
"Ho'me...HO'me..."
and besides ..it's YOU callin' HYMN
on the telly phone settin' on his
belly
his own....
bringin' your warrior friend
Ol' Jim vanMorrison
which he can dispatch
with a flick of a wrist stop watch
it's the end

good thing his VYFE called just then
not his wife..his VYFE from GERMANY
when she returned from Italy
full of vim and vigor
just in time to hear
The Tale of Jenny Rockwell-White
girl wanting to know MORE
about the BLACK community and
accidentally running into the
night
wigguh
with a nippie
higguh
his VYFE Susanna ...born in Germany
but enthralled by Modigliani
she THRILLED to his tales of
seeing movies in New York City

The California girl was drunken jelly
with a mouse already painted on her belly
we could move now to Susanna's daughter
Freya ...age thirteen....
growing pubic hair the artist would wait
until a veritable bush sprouted first rate
and Mother could SNIP a SNIPPET
and one of her own
that would be great
and send it to the artist in a
plastic bag
so he could paint a portrait
called "Young Girl and Old Hag"
and PASTE the hair in the proper place
so the painting would really HIT YOU in the face

how can you lose?
Globalizing
sticky Glueball Village Values...
mother and daughter each
growing hair
one old and dark
one light and fair
one step past Picasso and Modogliani
one step past an American Flag
poured on Naked Natalie
one step past Jackson Pollack
combining photography
on the undisputed Queen of a north
Georgia Nudist Colony
one step past Camille Pissarro
Pissarro who painted each leaf
to look
JUST SO...
Then Paul Cezanne comes along
and YO !
smudges the painting of
Camille Pissarro
and finally Thelonius Edvard Munck
slashes away and rips off a HUNK
of paint with his
beak in a dream
that ends up a SHRIEK
and a SCREAM
and to wrap it all up
some guy named FONTANA
slashes the canvas and there's
Joe Montana
hurling a strike
for red beans and rice
streaking the sidelines
and giving advice
to those who would be
on the receiving end
of a mouse on a belly
when it comes time to
bend
over and sober
he slashes away
in the night
artists know
when they're having-a-day.