What insight do we gain seeing life “translated to vision“?
A desperate and delightful attempt to invoke as many gods as necessary to create a good poem.
…but the speaker let her slip, and she found another man. In careful rhyme and meter, he tells us he’ll probably repeat the mistake.
Trumpet: Weaving across the floor, Slipping out of reach Elusive, cunning, A fox outfoxing, hip with hot hips, She sizzles and twists Sax: C’mon baeeee-by! C’mon baby please! C’mon baby, c’mon baby dance with me! C’mon c’mon c’mon c’mon c’mon! C’mon baby dance with me! Piano: She: slip, slide, slither, glide. He: groove and…
I am a super hero! I am the lingerie loving,Plum dancing, Popcorn serving,Potato eating,Viggo Aspiring, Moviegoer, I am… The Last General of the forgotten creed, The laughing Grand Mage of forgetfulness, The Ranger of the play grounds, The Arch Duke of the melancholy collaborators, The Poet who talks to little hairy fat naked Fay… They…
Amid a dry landscape of violence, “the taste of peace fills my mouth.”
A concise metaphor on gender.
Somehow or another, all deceptions end.
The Socratic method meets its mystical match.
What more is it than knowing we cannot escape?