sometimes the only way to react to this life is to find hope in stupid things.
i find you shooting paradoxes with an air rifle
in the adrenal cortex of georges bataille.
you are wearing a dress of glittering electrons
and a phalaenopsis smile.
a hot, graphite beam of infinite cumuli
puffs whimsical from my fevered brain
and as your swollen belly distends further,
shooting psychedelic rainbow seahorses
into the ether of our love, i smile.
we have never been so beautiful ugly.
elPintor
Sun 8th May 2016 13:42
the title drew me right in.
A "graphite beam" bearing observer and a muse..it seems a well conveyed tribute to enamoration with the peculiarities that coexist with the ordinary.
It is almost as if it were our perceptions of who (or what) we love must be treasured and guarded as much as the object of love itself.
I like it.