Close your eyes, and read:
And I sat
in an atrium
Underwater
Surrounded by floating apples
Hazy. Midnight psychadelic
Colours seep through the walls. Slow.
And now feet everywhere
Trying to touch
And in the fleeting instant
Of that one touch
Fusing into each other
Feet upside down
Turn,
Into the ugly jaw
Of a boar. Close up.
A wolf running behind
Red Muslin,
Heavy tires
Carefully tread
Over red flowers.
Silk lapping up the petals
Taking their form in print.
Hands in close-up can look
Distorted. All these lines, I tell you.
Pour warm purple liquid
Over the lens
And wipe it off to reveal
Tulips.
Green strawberries
Suspended in hot pink
melting into one and then
Bouncing away as four.
Under water, sunlight
Filters through the pest-holes
In green leaves.
Wreckage after rain
Little feet
Go Splat. Gold piping on Pajamas.
Squishing ripe mangoes
Stepping over apples
And feet float
Clasped by ribbons
And apples float
And the boar moves slowly ahead...
It begins again, slowly and in close up.
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And outside -
Lettuces blossoming through snow on the sidewalk, and large plastic bags filled with marshmallows dumped in the trash.
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2 comments:
Even I can see this is good
A foolish question at this point would be--"Have you seen the ground floor of Moma now?"
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