A maverick with moustache,

whiskers like crinkle cut oven chip

all oiled marvellously into shape

and the eccentricity

to see Time melt away, is still

a conformist if they don’t believe

in anarchy, that the rebel without

a cause and who only talks

of days when revolution can be painted,

is only in truth

neither individual or machine,

the Salvador Dalek

of the artistic world.

 

There is no insanity to this work,

it is no one of a kind

to find