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- Monopoly I
- They were selling them cats down there at the storm drain some live some dead all with sandpaper tongues and triangular ears. I brought you one in a paper bag. (poem by Adrian Kien)
- 16x20"
- acrylic on matte board
- 2005
- Sold
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- Monopoly II
- I remember sitting in the parlor on that drizzling, May afternoon, the monopoly board laid between us. (poem by Adrian Kien)
- 16x20"
- acrylic on matte board
- 2005
- Sold
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- Monopoly III
- You were sitting alone on the love-seat and I was suffocating, loving your idea. (poem by Adrian Kien)
- 16x20"
- acrylic on matte board
- 2005
- Sold
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- Monopoly IV
- My mouth was choking full of yellow, molted fur. I gagged and sucked through a filter of hair. I couldn't hear while you jiggled dice over the coffee table, saying, "Oh isn't it that something," and "my, my, sixes again." (poem by Adrian Kien)
- 16x20"
- acrylic on matte board
- 2005
- Sold
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- Monopoly V
- I like my cats bald. On the linoleum floor, I lay with them, alone, in crackling blue light, some live some dead some - merely cat fragments taxidermied eyeballs jawbones with yellow rows of stale teeth, caressing their flesh with filthy palms, enjoying the smoothness of skin, unashamed, dreaming of lips that I've kissed, and then I see you . . . (poem by Adrian Kien)
- 16x20"
- acrylic on matte board
- 2005
- Sold
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- Monopoly VI
- You moved the thimble to my Park Place. Your lips were hard and cracked. You couldn't pay the rent and snarled off to jail. It's autumn, now. They're selling foam rubber batons down there at the storm drain. (poem by Adrian Kien)
- 16x20"
- oil pastel and colored pencil on paper
- 2005
- Sold
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