Monopoly VI
  • 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)

  • 20" x 16"
  • Acrylic on matboard
  • 2005