The eerie drunkards obtuse art hangs on the tree.
The pleated pants lay like hats from above.
We wonder about their surreal sense of style, or figurative subject usage.
Too abstract for our eyes, it's only willing I suppose, for one man to lift a shopping cart above a cement block, or, even fly pants into a dead tree.
It’s crazy, but it's art. Funky, and yet, genuine to the human eye. Weird or not, I would put some up,
without the alcohol.