Andy Warhol Poems - Poems about Andy Warhol

Goodbye, Andy Warhol, R.I.P. Welcome to the world of sensationalism. Welcome to the pop culture of Andy Warhol. Who saw, in a can, nutritious soup for consumption. And beauty in the face of an ungodly woman. But remember, “Andy was philosophical!” So, who is to question his business production, Of inner eye commercial art compositions: And judge sacrilege, ridiculous or abstraction? Hey! Andy Warhol,...

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Campbell's Tomato Soup, a vision of the sixties Andy Warhol and his creative mind, some seemed silly But each played a role It was his overall goal To strike out in a new direction in the age of the hippies...

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andy comes in campbell cans tomato soup black, white, and red squeezed out pop until it bled art is all in andy's head andy do you dare to dream pinks and yellows, blues and greens the day you popped onto the scene do you know just what i mean marilyn's golden in her day elvis skates in figure eight's 64 the riot race moon museum from...

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andy comes in campbell cans tomato soup black, white, and red squeezed out pop until it bled art is all in andy's head andy do you dare to dream pinks and yellows, blues and greens the day you popped onto the scene do you know just what i mean marilyn's golden in her day elvis skates in figure eight's 64 the riot race moon museum from...

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9 East 32nd Street Between 5th and 6th Avenue In New York City. My apartment was 3C On the same block, Andy ran his “Factory”. Saw him frequently Looking his visual self, Me an SVA art student Living with my cat And no one else. We crossed each other one afternoon, Andy gave me a free copy Of his magazine “Interview”. 23 years later I’m thinking Instead of taking it...

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