Misogyny looming, blended flesh into ground
Uncommon ground! I would not tread if no one else were around
He painted wild-eyed, menacing girls...ladies of the night
Who angry vigor transformed into ladies of the fright.
Willem rendered sharp, fierce teeth with a hard jagged poke
Gaping eyes stare out at me as if I were a joke
Dismemberment, distortion born of his hooked stroke
Bodies shredded, heads imbedded; all hope goes up in smoke.
These unfinished records of an extreme violent encounter
Show the action painter's wrath coming down upon her
Her body's deconstructed, disfigured face is fuming...
An expressionistic masterpiece, she's shameless, all consuming.
Engorged, Woman on a Bicycle is apt to split her seams
She seeks my adulation while listening to my screams
With densely layered color this lady's been conceived
As a conduit to nightmare. All women have been grieved.
Sinister smiles scare me more.
In Women One, Two, Three, and Four
In Women One, Two, Three, and Four
Medium and subject converge