Strange Man, Flamingo Boat, Anya Chabria (March 2026)

Strange Man, Flamingo Boat

(after this painting: https://www.dorotheum.com/en/l/6535122/)

Majesty!  Majesty!  Majesty!
Soft, Vice, Paramour!
Recognize me, why don’t you—
I am your underdog,
King of Plastic, Bane of Taste,
My faux pearls reign supreme
In this—let’s call it Ocean—
I am the Night, I am the Moon,
I Jump, I Fly, I Crow, I Swan,
I chew through mounds of Turkey,
I wear a crown of Salt,
See us march, see us Glitter as
I admire my token-paved Fleet—
I glance down, now and then,
At the Moss, the sea’s new emerald
Rippling underfoot,
It is conspiring, cackling—you see?
It is a Carnivore,
It grins up at my headpiece
With what must be jealousy,
It inspects my perfect Wings—
I must not look,
But Majesty, I tremble—
Moss, Fungi, Fury,
It looks at me and sees a Goose—
It waits to devour Me
the night I lose my Laugh 
And they all see my Soft 
And I lose my war with 
The scattered Night Sun,
Lost to pitch-black, a light