Conversations With Warhol: PopArt Poems by Daniel Fierro

© 2012, 2013 Daniel Fierro

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-Dedicated to Andy Warhol.//

Tin cans, robotics Andy says it’s all tin and robotics A later date yet to be placed Fails to clarify coffee stains on the piece Tin cans, robotics Soup cans, plastics -

26 rooms Andy says there’s a pantomime in the mall His coffee flooded over zigzags of non-Monday caffeine 26 rooms No flash A cluster of cubes -

Newsreels Andy says the tunnel has a Californian scent Sugar cubes stained the accidental offices in his shoes

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Automobiles, Imported fumes, Navy blue newsreels

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26 degrees Andy says I enjoy colliding with fiber-optics too much; 26 degrees His lenses sparked a miniscul[ed] fire in the living room last night Movements in plastic, Inconsistents, Gatherings of rejected iconics -

Ultrasound(s) Andy says that my brand of pop is too symmetrical The ultrasound(s) of his street reverberated for a few hours last night Serrated factories & fickle drums, Sapphire softly in the cores of these onions -

Spark Andy says that my writing pen is an off-white color The door to his room trembles at 3 a.m.,

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promptly & ubiquitous Coiling, sparks in the toaster (somnambulating) -

Syndicating Andy says my filmstrips are too thin The chair in his room caught a few sparks of morning silver(s) Defunct settings, Anatomic nostalgic(s), Readily syndicating -

Flash-screen Andy says my television makes too much white noise The blueprints in his new guestroom are made of wax & linen Missing acquaintances, Flash-Screens in bold, Perhaps gold is acquiescence -

Hologram(s) Andy says my holograms smell too much of sugar The fountain in his yard

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went astray in a series of paper-lockdowns Iron centuries, Cores ruminate, Sifting in nicotine -

Wire-thrown Andy says revolvers are hazardous & cryogenic The bells on his shoulders swirl soft in December Relegating wire-thrown, Serendipitous, How mighty the beige tones -

7 philosophers Andy says revolvers are hazardous & cryogenic The bells on his shoulders swirl soft in December Relegating wire-thrown, Serendipitous, How mighty the beige tones -

Re-agitating Andy says my telephone calls are pointless intrusions

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The salt on his table remains hypo-allergic to morning Motifs in a hectic splendor, Re-agitating, Meant sideways for sender -

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All poems written by Daniel Fierro // Thank you for reading.

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