Poetry unfolds again from God knows
what reservoir.
Self read Mona Lisa approaches
the realms of uber significant genius.
Barmy Art it seems is an endless association with genius.
Pi over Shakespeare.
Motionless sweeps of Rembrantesque
multifaceted brush strokes.
A brush is like a guitar.
Voice moves on the wall like cold metal thunder
- Oh the wall it sings of warm fate.
- Oh the yellow it sings of the
impending sunflower crows.
Tooth of fire grimace,
Tim the Roth KO's a millipede.
Swedish mountains call the
granite itself to rise.
Waxy earlobes, distinguished
in their fire topaz.
Wild fair orgy of DMT'd meta coffee.
Just coffee and cigarettes -
Man with noting confesses everything.
Soul poured, purged of all sin.
The Jesus eye as ever
sleek for the meek.
Fanciful bread and butter.
Last nights vino, best part of
a warm fire.
Sway again to the acceptance
of spirit...
13 March 2010
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