Thursday, August 13, 2009

White Cliffs of Pigment

The cosmos fitted tightly,
not even a grain of sand could be removed,
without entire mountain ranges having to be reconfigured

A master of brush says to his 18 year old model,
I could care less about painting you buff,
the interlocking of angles is what intrigues me

Thus having spoken,
Maestro relocates a lock of maiden's hair
from where it falls behind her nape to shoulder in front

The above executed with the delicacy of how effeminate men
hold wine glasses, pinkies extended like digital erections ---
two doves on a window ledge, look at each other and coo

In the streets below, an ambulance sirens to an impressive collision;
the primary sounds of which were screech, bang, crunch and hiss;
its primary odors, the burning of rubber, and gas and blood spilled

An appliance known as " jaws of life" arrives with the cops
to extract victims from the twisted pile up of two cars and a van,
the Nissan destroyed, the van on its side, the jeep now being towed

The northeast corner of Sedwick and Memorial

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