The Contemporary Artist The Society October 26, 2012 Poetry By Damian Robin In view, he made a start. Filling up his cart, He flogged his horse apart And made a mess-age: “art.” With few horse hairs of doubt He fanned his ego out, Used skills of nearly “nowt,” Stored bugs in sauerkraut. He keeps his heart in kind And only shows the rind: Dead life redesigned, In emp’ror’s clothes, new lined. He’s made his unknown known. Some say, in deed, he’s grown. This is part one of the short series “Three Human Types” Click here for other poems by Damian Robin. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.